11-20-2019, 12:16 PM
i will be brutal
It’s been years since he last had his fangs and yet he still stalks the meadows like a predator. His eyes catch on the curve of every throat and he can remember what it was like to hunt. There is no desire in him to crush the life from anything – not right now, at least – but old habits die hard. Larva can’t help the way he sizes everyone up and determines which ones would crumble easily and which ones might put up a fight. The old serpent has learned that it is less about their build and more about the way they carry themselves.
As for him, he walks with his broad shoulders back and his chin lifted with a defiant sort of pride. The pale gray coat is marred with countless scars from war, from curses, and from deaths. It isn’t hard to tell that he has fought for much of his life and arose victorious more often than not.
He breathes deeply and takes in the scents of the meadow, searching it for anything familiar that might show him the way to Tephra and to his family. Dillan has not arrived yet. She is most likely mourning their daughters still on the other side and he knows she will find him when she is ready to be comforted. Larva steels himself against such sorrows and tries to remember he will earn his final death someday when the world no longer has a need for the dogs of war. But until then, it is his duty to guard his brood from whatever forces may rise against them.
His pale green eyes search the face of each passerby for something serpentine to them but most are entirely foreign. If they are related, it is too distant for him to tell. A slow sigh eases from his lips as he continues to wander further and further from the place Nikkai deposited him.
As for him, he walks with his broad shoulders back and his chin lifted with a defiant sort of pride. The pale gray coat is marred with countless scars from war, from curses, and from deaths. It isn’t hard to tell that he has fought for much of his life and arose victorious more often than not.
He breathes deeply and takes in the scents of the meadow, searching it for anything familiar that might show him the way to Tephra and to his family. Dillan has not arrived yet. She is most likely mourning their daughters still on the other side and he knows she will find him when she is ready to be comforted. Larva steels himself against such sorrows and tries to remember he will earn his final death someday when the world no longer has a need for the dogs of war. But until then, it is his duty to guard his brood from whatever forces may rise against them.
His pale green eyes search the face of each passerby for something serpentine to them but most are entirely foreign. If they are related, it is too distant for him to tell. A slow sigh eases from his lips as he continues to wander further and further from the place Nikkai deposited him.