KERSEY || the academic executioner of silver cove
For once, I am following Kult. I know the way to the Gates and I am usually the leader, but I find the change of pace interesting. My one eared bay brother is on the hunt. I do love to watch him in action. His eyes scanning and every muscle in his body tensed. It's a shame he hates being touched. I am sure Kirin would like to use him to further Khaos' lines. (Then again, I have a feeling our brother feels the same about me.) Kult is far from plain, although he is no winged god. I love all of my brothers but I prefer the company of the dark coated, blood spattered sibling creeping through the night. I sniff the air, absently. Fall is coming.
He stops, then, eyes on a cluster of children. I follow his gaze and a smile flits across my face. Like a cat I slink forward, scanning.
“Pick one, big brother.” I flick my ears, listening for watchful residents. So far, we are alone. “We need the ice girl but there is time enough to pick out a toy, as well.”
After all, Kirin did say to bring back something of theirs.
I whicker softly into the night, a soothing sound, a siren call. Perhaps a child will find us and our decision will be made. I grin. Kult will intimidate but I can mother. I always like it best when I can add a bit of kindness to a plaything's life before they are destroyed.
