I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
This is a foray he has no intention of missing. Where the opportunity for pain and strife and teaching is to be found, it can be guaranteed that he will be there. This one has the makings for all three, a delicious trifecta that he has a harder time resisting than an alcoholic at a frat party.
Kult leads the way, an unusual occurrence, considering his graying brother’s antisocial tendencies. But he follows, nipping at Kersey’s heels with an uncommon excitement coursing through his veins. This is the type of mayhem he delights in, the type that keeps his blood hot and his mind sharp (or as sharp as it can be, at least. He will be the first to admit he has never been the brains of the operation).
He does not wear his flames tonight, his scarred and mutilated body blending far too well with the soft shadows of the night. He has fallen some distance behind his siblings, lost in his own musings, his own anticipations. When he reaches them again, there is already a child there, one who seems to have joined them of its own volition. The realization causes a slow smile to curve his cracked lips. It is not a kind smile, there is no mirth in that expression. It is a terrible sight to behold on a creature so ghastly as he. He slips quietly beside the girl, muzzle lowering until he is close enough to brush a gentle caress along her small, slender back.
He doesn’t say a word, does not feel the need to. He leaves words for Kersey, for hers have always been sweeter than his. He is here only as muscle. An enforcer to ensure that those they take fall in line. It is a task he relishes, perhaps far more than he should.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie