He smirked.
"Not quite what you thought it'd be, huh, babe?"
His voice was naturally silky smooth, so opposite his appearance. As a teenager, his magic had begun to change him, his muscles and skin sinking in just as shards of bone started rupturing through his body. Once, a fine-looking colt, now made a monster, by his appearance and deeds. He had killed so many, and still would without hesitation.
He shook the water from his demon-black coat, washing the blood off into the river - some of it his, most of it not. His bone armor was still growing, perhaps always would, and so he was almost constantly bleeding from it, constantly in pain. He stepped out of the water, walking straight to her and peering at her evenly from behind a mask of bone guarding his face. He was built for protection, trained for it by a powerful magician, and he approached her with the quiet grace of a killer dripping in pink water.
"You little enough to need a Momma, you think?" he asked her, reaching out to brush his nose through her soft little crest of hair. "You lose where she went?" He liked her brown, there was something attractive about it, drawing him in like a curious gravity.
Those questions should probably be for himself, but it'd been a damn long time since he had a baby. Just the one. Only Atrani. And that was the way he wanted to keep it. The world didn't need any more of him running around, he was damaging enough as it was. Life as a single dad had been hard, made harder by his daughter's rejection. All he ever did was ruin lives, and she couldn't love a monster.
How could he blame her.
"You look pretty little to me, babe," he said, eyeing her all over, then admitted, "But it's been a long ass time since I had a kid. Just the one. And it didn't go so well for me." And even now he was expecting this child to scream and run as fast as she could away from him. It was probably for the best if she did. He couldn't help but try anyway, always so eager to put himself through the pain of it. He could never seem to punish himself enough.
"So what d'you think. You into milk? That your thing, baby?"
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
just your neighborhood good samaritan :| nothin to see here
