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our little feast of kings, anaxarete. - ghaul - 01-16-2020 GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
He had been ravenous for some maternal figure to keep him comforted and safe when Anaxarete arrived in Pangea. Dawn had been gentle and loving, certainly, but he could feel the way she tensed whenever he nestled beside her to sleep. Something at the core of her rejected him and knew he was not a harmless child like her others. But with Ana, she cooed and did not even flinch at the sight of him. She had accepted him so readily when he had puffed his chest and stood his ground against her as a tiny prince. That is why he has decided to give her the trophy of his first big kill. His greed and that itching desire to hoard had given him brief pause before making up his mind, but now he plucks the tattered wing from the little alcove he keeps it hidden. Ghaul drags the thing with him as pale blue feathers spin and twirl to form a path behind him. The majority remain in place by dried tissue as he happily trots along, talons gritting against the red clay ground. His small ears swivel back and forth as he searches for the queen’s familiar outline. Ah, there, just up ahead. He is surprised to catch her alone but his delight shows in the smile of crooked fangs across his face. The monster eagerly drops his prize at her hooves and then looks down at her, ears perked forward as he awaits her reaction. His wings rustle excitedly across his back as a soft clicking noise emits from his throat. “I brought this from Loess. My first real kill,” he explains as his claws tap against the dirt. “I have also brought Castile’s daughter to live with us. Clarissa is my twin flame.” When they first met, his voice had been so small and carried no weight to it. Now it commands reverence like summer thunderstorms across the plains. But he remains docile toward Ana just as he does with Clarissa or Gospel, ever eager for their approval. His tail flicks as he searches the blur of her face for some semblance of pride. RE: our little feast of kings, anaxarete. - Anaxarete - 02-06-2020
SORRY THIS TOOK 900 YEARS. @[ghaul] RE: our little feast of kings, anaxarete. - ghaul - 02-06-2020 GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
He does not know it, but he has always wanted to be loved. That ravenous hunger is tucked away on a shelf while his hunt for conquest takes center stage but it is there all the same. The stars peppered across his horns and cheeks dim and brighten eagerly as she surveys the rotted thing he has brought for her. She does not recoil or kick it away as others might, and he is pleased when she voices her approval. A delighted sort of chittering whispers from his throat. He watches the colors of her face change and form a smile when he speaks of his beloved. She would like the angel girl, he thinks. Anaxarete is already welcoming of her, though, so he doesn’t feel the need to express this thought aloud. A crooked grin devours his face when she suggests that he has been up to much more. And he has! Ghaul has worked so tirelessly to gather playthings for himself. A low croon leaves him when she reaches for his neck and he leans into the touch like a love-starved child. “I took captives from Nerine – Brine and Brinly. They should thank me for saving them from the cold,” he explains, snorting softly at the ungrateful duo. “Took two more from Loess. The false dragon’s son and his would-be savior.” A laugh rumbles from his lungs as he recalls the way Malone tried so hard to be the valiant hero. But Ghaul knows very well that heroes are just lucky fools who never faced an adversary like him. Their legends would crumble to pathetic nothing beneath his ragged claws. “Gospel was from Nerine too. They wanted her to be quiet, to not be hungry,” he says with a visible frown forming across his face. He remembers the way Adna had tried so hard to bare her brittle fangs at Ghaul when he was only hours old. Even then, the serpent woman could not face him. Imagine how quickly she would fold now. RE: our little feast of kings, anaxarete. - Anaxarete - 02-18-2020
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