10-02-2016, 10:34 AM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
His attention is interrupted by the entrance of the familiar roan female. The one that had been his shadow for the past several weeks. His lips curl up in amusement as the spectacle plays out before him; so she had been his son’s shadow first. How appropriate. Lior looked so much like him - black pelt, feathered hooves, heavy head and neck. However, he was slightly smaller thanks to his dam (whoever that had been) and he had a penchant for being angry. To see him smile and play with the young female, however briefly, was amusing to say the least. He much preferred the burning hatred in his eyes.
He had created that. It was his. He was his.
The switch from play to seething, all-consuming hatred was swift. A chuckle erupts from his throat, he couldn’t contain his amusement if he tried. Lior was so predictable. Gunsynd’s smile spreads as the boy steps in front of the mare. So he thought he was protecting her from him? How adorable. His words only further his entertainment, but he feigns disappointment in order to play along. “Torturing small children doesn’t interest me.” He says in a conversational tone, dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Adults old enough to try to fight back, however…”
He shifts his attention to the female behind the black boy, his sickly smile stretches his lips over his teeth once more. “Was I just a stand in for your attentions, then?” He calls out to her, his voice much louder than he normally allows. He wants Lior to know of her flighty attention, that it could easily be shifted from one to another. He must admit, the roan girl looks much more interesting now knowing that his son has feelings for her…
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