01-24-2020, 11:54 AM
i will be brutal
There are numerous questions bubbling up in his mind but he cares so little for answers anymore. His own little hypotheses are invariably more interesting than whatever truth this world can offer him. Still, he watches Fiorina place herself strategically beside the little mare who has quieted and he wonders if her feelings are hurt. Would he apologize if they were? Some slumbering part of him thinks she reminds him of Darling when she wilts but the other part only remembers mewling children he had made meals of. Neither stirs him enough to react, though.
His sage green eyes roam back to Lilliana when she asks her question but he does not repeat himself. He only smiles as though he did not hear. Instead he simply watches as this one, too, places herself to protect the young Ruthless.
Inevitably, his attention draws back to Bane and he finds himself growing bored with this entire ordeal. The unanswered questions are piling up and souring his mood rather than keeping him intrigued. As if on cue, Wolfbane’s wings split into tentacles and there is a knee jerk reaction to tear them from his back. Oh, if his fangs had only come back with him! Nothing scratched an ancient itch like a belly full of warm meat.
But he is just an old man now with the flat teeth of prey. He rears to avoid being swatted at by the appendage and he wonders what writhing tentacles taste like. Do rage and madness make the meat tough to chew? Fear and distress certainly have in the past.
The old serpent knows when to fold, however, or else he would have died twice as many times. He will return when his own curse finds its way back to him, and then maybe he will get answers to the questions that thrill him the most. Larva turns and leaves in the direction of Tephra, back to the jungle and the few faces he knows anymore.
His sage green eyes roam back to Lilliana when she asks her question but he does not repeat himself. He only smiles as though he did not hear. Instead he simply watches as this one, too, places herself to protect the young Ruthless.
Inevitably, his attention draws back to Bane and he finds himself growing bored with this entire ordeal. The unanswered questions are piling up and souring his mood rather than keeping him intrigued. As if on cue, Wolfbane’s wings split into tentacles and there is a knee jerk reaction to tear them from his back. Oh, if his fangs had only come back with him! Nothing scratched an ancient itch like a belly full of warm meat.
But he is just an old man now with the flat teeth of prey. He rears to avoid being swatted at by the appendage and he wonders what writhing tentacles taste like. Do rage and madness make the meat tough to chew? Fear and distress certainly have in the past.
The old serpent knows when to fold, however, or else he would have died twice as many times. He will return when his own curse finds its way back to him, and then maybe he will get answers to the questions that thrill him the most. Larva turns and leaves in the direction of Tephra, back to the jungle and the few faces he knows anymore.