05-26-2017, 11:32 AM
kharon
Neither one of them answered his question.
It irritated him further and made him more adamant that they did not belong here if they weren't willing to answer a simple question from someone who does live here. He remained steady and still, though, his eyes pinned on the boy. The girl was silent. In her silence, he learned she was pleased, possibly relieved, to see the other male, and confused at his own response to a band of strangers traipsing in yet again like they owned the place. She was easily dismissed by both males.
The boy didn't seem to like the heat of their island. Nor their wildlife as he crushed one beneath his foot. So why did he bother wishing to stay? And he growled. Like a beast. It reminded Kharon of the bone man and the merciless glint in his eyes before he dispatched someone, always running wild with that temper of his that made him so powerful. It was a shame he had gone missing since the invasion or he would have called for him. Perhaps they'd seen his value and took him for themselves.
This stranger stared at Kharon's chest, eyeing the gift from his father hung about his neck and shoulders, before finally speaking.
"So you're the one in charge, then?" Sarcastic and taunting. Little king. Kharon said nothing in response, though he was tempted to point out that both his fathers ruled this island paradise, as well as his mother. He hoped she would not come looking for him. Instead, for now, he only listened, still glaring at this unwelcome invader.
It seemed the boy was glad this girl was here as well, but not in the way she had been. He was more concerned with her usefulness to speak for him since he couldn't manage to do so on his own. Amusing considering she was struck silent thus far. Azazelle, he'd named her, before imagining Kharon's head beneath the water.
Kharon was already glaring so his face didn't change, but his heartbeat quickened with the threat the boy didn't realize he was sending. He knew what it was like to be trapped under the water, and certainly wasn't impressed with the way this boy thinks. He sure as hell wouldn't be nearly drowning again any time soon, and he was already reaching for Father with his mind.
Father? ..Strangers have come.
He flicked a brief image and explanation of where they were just as the boy spoke again. Fresh water. Kharon gestured with his chin to the South without breaking eye contact. "That way. Across the sandbar and to the land beyond." Out into the world and off their island.
It irritated him further and made him more adamant that they did not belong here if they weren't willing to answer a simple question from someone who does live here. He remained steady and still, though, his eyes pinned on the boy. The girl was silent. In her silence, he learned she was pleased, possibly relieved, to see the other male, and confused at his own response to a band of strangers traipsing in yet again like they owned the place. She was easily dismissed by both males.
The boy didn't seem to like the heat of their island. Nor their wildlife as he crushed one beneath his foot. So why did he bother wishing to stay? And he growled. Like a beast. It reminded Kharon of the bone man and the merciless glint in his eyes before he dispatched someone, always running wild with that temper of his that made him so powerful. It was a shame he had gone missing since the invasion or he would have called for him. Perhaps they'd seen his value and took him for themselves.
This stranger stared at Kharon's chest, eyeing the gift from his father hung about his neck and shoulders, before finally speaking.
"So you're the one in charge, then?" Sarcastic and taunting. Little king. Kharon said nothing in response, though he was tempted to point out that both his fathers ruled this island paradise, as well as his mother. He hoped she would not come looking for him. Instead, for now, he only listened, still glaring at this unwelcome invader.
It seemed the boy was glad this girl was here as well, but not in the way she had been. He was more concerned with her usefulness to speak for him since he couldn't manage to do so on his own. Amusing considering she was struck silent thus far. Azazelle, he'd named her, before imagining Kharon's head beneath the water.
Kharon was already glaring so his face didn't change, but his heartbeat quickened with the threat the boy didn't realize he was sending. He knew what it was like to be trapped under the water, and certainly wasn't impressed with the way this boy thinks. He sure as hell wouldn't be nearly drowning again any time soon, and he was already reaching for Father with his mind.
Father? ..Strangers have come.
He flicked a brief image and explanation of where they were just as the boy spoke again. Fresh water. Kharon gestured with his chin to the South without breaking eye contact. "That way. Across the sandbar and to the land beyond." Out into the world and off their island.