The ferocity and rage bubbles within him like lava spewing from a volcano’s opening. It blinds him, like it always did, as he thrashes in the water furiously. It’s all he’s ever known, even at his young age. It’s something he can’t control, like he can with water. It’s nowhere and then suddenly it is there, awake and alive, boiling over and spilling everywhere until there’s nothing left. Maugrim’s unexplainable rage (could it be explained, though?) and his unhealthy obsession with the water blinds him from any kind of logic or fairness – the idea that she, too, could have a trait similar to his did not even cross his mind. The water was his and his alone in his small, broken mind.
Suddenly, in the midst of the thrashing and shouting, her voice rises. He feels the force of water against him, shocked and angered that she was capable of moving what he would come to realize were ‘wings’. He takes a leap backwards as the water enters his nose, burning him terribly. She enrages him all the more as he stands knee deep in the pond, water running down in rivulets across his patched body, ribcage inflating with every breath he takes. Ears still pressed backwards against his neck and his head low, he growls at her: “You don’t deserve those.” His dark eyes study the wings at her sides with malice, wishing that he was strong enough to start a whirlpool that would engulf her and her stupid wings forever at the bottom of the lake. Instead (since he knew that a feat such as that was not something he could possibly do at his age and strength), he falls deadly silent, concentrates for a moment, and sends a surge of water towards her – repaying her splash with his own.
He breathes heavily as he stares at her with a hooded brow. Though the burst of fury has subsided, hate and disgust were still apparent on his face. “You didn’t even work to get them,” he spits, recalling the hours and hours he had labored to be able to even cause the faintest ripple in a puddle. His mouth twists into an unflattering scowl. To think, the water merely gave her those wings, gifted her with a token to wear at all times while he had to work and beg and sway the water to even bend his way.
m a u g r i m.