Skandar’s eyes - now a deep blood red, rich as scarlet (a shade so unlike the glowing that accompanies the light that can stream from his very gaze at will) - do not miss the scaling that flickers across the black stallion’s skin, stretching like a cloak as it engulfs him. The appearance of them brings something like curiosity to Skandar’s handsome, dark face. Though he has mastered physical mimicry, he has yet to attempt to recreate any sort of ability - physical or mental - and for a moment he wonders if he should try to mimic more than just Obscene’s physical attributes.
There is no change to Skandar’s expression. The display of mimicking another has been enough, it seems, to quell the Pampas prince and already he can see the glint in the red eyes that he currently matches - it is not unlike Aela’s, in a sense, as ideas and plots begin to seep through, gears grinding and churning at all of the possibilities. Skandar snorts. His ability is far more than simple shape-shifting but, for the time being, there is no need to allow Obscene to know this just yet. Besides, he is not sure how much the Prince already knows about him, if anything at all, and Skandar would rather be elusive and aloof; there is no need to put on more of a show than is needed.
At Obscene’s offer (order, moreso), Skandar’s ears fall against the now deep onyx of his neck. Ever useful, it appears he seems to be. He obliges, of course, for isn’t that why he has come here? To infiltrate, to gain knowledge and to be thrust into a world of unceasing power? Besides, when killing comes so easily to him, a Champion he truly is.
He wonders briefly what Aela’s plans are for them - how do they fit into this intricate puzzle she seems to weave, always steps ahead of him. But she has promised him glory and adventure, the world crushed beneath them and knees bent at their feet. Soon, he thinks, he will no longer be the bastard hidden in the shadows of Tephra’s volcano - he will have a name all his own; one that strikes fear and demands obedience. Yes, that is why he follows her and for that reason alone.
But as he stands before Obscene, Skandar knows that isn’t true at all.
“Then your Champion I will be.”
Skandar’s (Obscene’s) eyes begin to glow, a high pitched whine coming from the power that buzzes behind his eyes, a silent promise.
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