GHAUL
And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire
His young have grown independent, as shown by Yadigar taking his first life and Asphyxea successfully ripping her brother’s eye out. Now he sunbathes atop the cliffs with his chin resting on his talons. It’s difficult to tell if he is awake or asleep, what with the lack of eyes. But his ears occasionally turn this way and that in response to various noises – including any voices nearby. Ghaul wonders why Draco and the aliens let Eurwen cross into their borders but they do so enjoy a show. Gradually, the stars across his horns grow brighter until its clear his attention has been piqued.
The monster slowly rises until he is standing with his wings spread wide. With one flap, he glides easily down to them and lands with a thud. He’s a curious creature, circling them as he gibbers softly to himself with excitement.
“If I caught Gospel or Atrox plotting against me, I would have their heads, even though I love them so,” he remarks with a laugh. But the north is not as united as the eastern region, he has learned. They do not share one goal and protect one another when they can remain unaffected. “Perhaps instead of trying to scramble for someone to stand against me, you should use your words. Did I not come to your aid when you asked me, Lilliana?”
His wings tuck across his back as he comes to a stop facing them.
“I enjoy Neverwhere. She tolerates my games with minimal complaint,” he explains with a grin. He thinks for a moment more before he continues on. “Pangea will come to her aid should anyone reach for her crown.”
Ghaul shifts his weight, watching them closely. Despite his delusions and his appetite for chaos, he doesn’t believe himself to be entirely unreasonable. He’s curious to see if they pout or if they will try to sway his favor.
The monster slowly rises until he is standing with his wings spread wide. With one flap, he glides easily down to them and lands with a thud. He’s a curious creature, circling them as he gibbers softly to himself with excitement.
“If I caught Gospel or Atrox plotting against me, I would have their heads, even though I love them so,” he remarks with a laugh. But the north is not as united as the eastern region, he has learned. They do not share one goal and protect one another when they can remain unaffected. “Perhaps instead of trying to scramble for someone to stand against me, you should use your words. Did I not come to your aid when you asked me, Lilliana?”
His wings tuck across his back as he comes to a stop facing them.
“I enjoy Neverwhere. She tolerates my games with minimal complaint,” he explains with a grin. He thinks for a moment more before he continues on. “Pangea will come to her aid should anyone reach for her crown.”
Ghaul shifts his weight, watching them closely. Despite his delusions and his appetite for chaos, he doesn’t believe himself to be entirely unreasonable. He’s curious to see if they pout or if they will try to sway his favor.