03-27-2017, 03:21 PM
Questions and questions, this little boy awaits to be answered, and our crooked minded man is tempted to give him it. To tell him the truth of his nature, for why he kills, why he tortures, why he inflicts. But this boy is no longer innocent, he can see it in his eyes, the boy has lost something, something that had opened his once blind eyes. This boy before him had tasted death, had relished in the sweet excellence of a dying body, but has also mourned. Something Waylan hasn't experienced himself, a loss of someone so close, that was something he lacked. A closeness, a friendship, but perhaps he just lacked the feelings.
He didn't know what this boy had been through, but he watches curiously as he answers. Allowing his crimson gaze to fall upon a small corpse of a beetle at the boys feet. Perhaps this was the boys first kill, Waylan remembered his, her screams, the blood, the mess. His father was there for him, aiding him in the clean up, and helping him rid of the lingering remains. Staring at the boy he mutters,"Squish it." His vocals are cold, and hardened, lacking any form of emotions.
Before his gaze lifts he watches as the boy takes a swing at the fairies, and a crocodile grin forms upon his velvet lips. "There's much to learn, precision, force, intended damage, and agility." He lists his blood gaze lingering upon the boy as his silver tail stirred at his hocks."You have poor aim." He adds, allowing his pearly white teeth to snap at one of the small creatures, catching a frail wing between his jaws before grinding upon it ruthlessly, and tossing the small creature to the ground.
"Now come, I lack the patience to stay here." He ends, striding off with the boy at his side.
OOC: Okay I will be posting in Pangea soon
He didn't know what this boy had been through, but he watches curiously as he answers. Allowing his crimson gaze to fall upon a small corpse of a beetle at the boys feet. Perhaps this was the boys first kill, Waylan remembered his, her screams, the blood, the mess. His father was there for him, aiding him in the clean up, and helping him rid of the lingering remains. Staring at the boy he mutters,"Squish it." His vocals are cold, and hardened, lacking any form of emotions.
Before his gaze lifts he watches as the boy takes a swing at the fairies, and a crocodile grin forms upon his velvet lips. "There's much to learn, precision, force, intended damage, and agility." He lists his blood gaze lingering upon the boy as his silver tail stirred at his hocks."You have poor aim." He adds, allowing his pearly white teeth to snap at one of the small creatures, catching a frail wing between his jaws before grinding upon it ruthlessly, and tossing the small creature to the ground.
"Now come, I lack the patience to stay here." He ends, striding off with the boy at his side.
OOC: Okay I will be posting in Pangea soon