handcrafted by confusing love; kult and kersey

[Kersey]

KERSEY || the academic executioner of silver cove

I flick my tail, impatient with the girl's youth. She stumbles forward and I grimace. I know what she seeks; warmth and food. I possess one and not the other, but perhaps Kirin will have an idea. All I know is that I hope he doesn't ask me to raise her. She's little more than a baby. I have never liked children.

Still, this one has something about her. An affinity for water that could make her useful, especially in the Cove. It isn't my job to decide, however. I'll leave that to Kirin and Nicia.

“That's right. Kirin. You belong to us, now. Stay close to my side or you'll get lost in these woods and become prey.”

She was so very close to becoming prey to us, in fact. There are worse things in the woods than Kult and I and a blind child is the perfect victim. I am also inclined to pout for the lost fun.

“Come.” I say, repeating my brother's command, and nudge the girl so she is by my side. It's a job I know Kult will not want.

Ooc: lameness, but I wanted to transition to the Cove. I'll put up a post for these two and anyone else in a few minutes.