09-05-2016, 12:47 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
Many children have a great ability to be resilient - to see tragedy and pain as just a normal part of life. They don’t dwell on setbacks and heartache like adults do (they just don’t have the same attention span). Granted, there are some children that do not have this quality. They let disorder and chaos form them. They let the darkness into their soul. They let it tear away chunks of their heart. The beast is more familiar with those of the second category. They were the ones that grew up to be the most -interesting- individuals.
Still, children are children and though he does not have much experience with them (other than creating them), he recognizes their attitude as one of childish naivety. That being said, they certainly had the energy for the hard work ahead of them of rebuilding this land. He could use that (as he is sure their father could as well, but he doesn’t care for whoever that may be as much as he is obsessed with his own purpose).
He turns to regard the filly who is almost leaning on him nonchalantly. Gunsynd is not one for touch unless it serves his own -desires- and as twisted as he might be, the girl is too young for even his tastes. He does not shy away, but he certainly does not move towards her. They seem hesitant with their words until curiosity takes hold. He watches as their eyes glisten with interest. A small smile plays on his lips.
“Yes, certainly there is land out there being hidden from us by the malevolent fairy.” He says musingly, as if he had not considered it before. “I have a plan, but I need help…” He looks off towards the mountain, dark eyes busy with thought. He hopes their zest for adventure will push them forward.
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@[Kristin]