02-06-2020, 10:50 PM
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.
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.