08-25-2017, 09:52 AM
Stillwater
It was much like the last time, and the two of them had avoided each other. Though, he wouldn't know if she came looking for him or not, since he hadn't returned until now. He'd taken his granted freedom - after taking her first - and done exactly as he knew he would.
He'd slipped through that disgusting water at the Meadow's coastline and took his fill, the filthy grime clinging to his smooth skin. One would come for a drink, so innocent and clueless of what lies beneath, and he'd launch himself out, trap them to his body and drag them under. Mmm, how he loved when they sing. The first few were quick and gone almost instantly, half-starved as he was on a captive-king's diet. He drank them dry and devoured them, seasoned with the salt of the sea. Mmm, yeah. It'd been a real good... vacation. As free as he was meant to be. Free to feast, the insatiable hunger burning.
Finally, he was back though. Had someone to meet, or apparently two of them. His. They damn well better be. And he slid from the ocean, strolling easily through the network of caves that led out to this coastline, following the path he knew would take him to Sylva, until he caught that strange little scent. His. She smelled of damp fur. And of Djinni. Good enough for him.
He walked steadily through the downpour, entirely at home with being drenched, his black coat shining and twisted hair dripping. It wasn't far from how the rest of the world typically saw him. He didn't hesitate as he neared, settled right on down at the edge of her little shelter as if they'd known each other this whole time with her almost at his side and staring out together. As if he hadn't been ripping bodies apart and savoring bleeding organs when she was born. It was a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice soft and deep.
"Hello," he said quietly, turning the dark, blue-gray of his eyes on her, that natural charm in his smile that was just simply there whether he wished it or not. "What's your name?" She certainly didn't get this... animal thing from him. He most definitely was not any kind of furry - No, more like his Ivar, there. Would be armored scales and a body to match. Still hadn't fixed that little issue, however. Hadn't figured out how.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked his daughter.
He'd slipped through that disgusting water at the Meadow's coastline and took his fill, the filthy grime clinging to his smooth skin. One would come for a drink, so innocent and clueless of what lies beneath, and he'd launch himself out, trap them to his body and drag them under. Mmm, how he loved when they sing. The first few were quick and gone almost instantly, half-starved as he was on a captive-king's diet. He drank them dry and devoured them, seasoned with the salt of the sea. Mmm, yeah. It'd been a real good... vacation. As free as he was meant to be. Free to feast, the insatiable hunger burning.
Finally, he was back though. Had someone to meet, or apparently two of them. His. They damn well better be. And he slid from the ocean, strolling easily through the network of caves that led out to this coastline, following the path he knew would take him to Sylva, until he caught that strange little scent. His. She smelled of damp fur. And of Djinni. Good enough for him.
He walked steadily through the downpour, entirely at home with being drenched, his black coat shining and twisted hair dripping. It wasn't far from how the rest of the world typically saw him. He didn't hesitate as he neared, settled right on down at the edge of her little shelter as if they'd known each other this whole time with her almost at his side and staring out together. As if he hadn't been ripping bodies apart and savoring bleeding organs when she was born. It was a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice soft and deep.
"Hello," he said quietly, turning the dark, blue-gray of his eyes on her, that natural charm in his smile that was just simply there whether he wished it or not. "What's your name?" She certainly didn't get this... animal thing from him. He most definitely was not any kind of furry - No, more like his Ivar, there. Would be armored scales and a body to match. Still hadn't fixed that little issue, however. Hadn't figured out how.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked his daughter.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it