They Say you Can See Her...

[Waylan]

I'm just a poor boy. I need no sympathy.
( because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low )

He had been watching her, like a hawk watches his prey. She was his, and as she grew plumper, and the seed inside her grew bigger he had grown more possessive. Throwing away his duties to watch her, and stalking after her through the blood drenched canyons of his homeland. But lately she had been walking upon the coast, where the obsidian sands meet the salty brine of sea water. 

She walks, and he follows, at a distance, his crimson gaze stilled upon the horizon, upon her, until she belly's over like a beached whale. Laying upon the ground helpless, and pathetic, and he watches, concealing himself, as he nears closer. The nares of his nostrils flare, as her blood is spilled upon the sand of Pangea, causing chills to run down his spine. And as he nears he finds, an entanglement of silver hair, and dark chocolate fur. A son, and he has a name imperial. 

And, as the dolphin  girl speaks his name he appears, peering over at the little boy intently with ruby gems. And with rough vocals, he expelled his words. "You did well, but he's weak, I expected more." He speaks, words enthralled with some form of anger. "Where is his power, his eyes?" He growls, he wanted son yes. But he wanted a pureblood a child with blood red eyes, and something else, something powerful. A son he could use as an asset. "I need more." He snaps. 

Digging his pearly white teeth into her withers, aggressively before he storms off. He was expecting something far greater than what he got.

waylan

any way the wind blows        doesn't really matter to me