Horrible Kids
Stiff. Cold. Silent. These were but a few things surrounding him today. The day was warm, and the closer he got to the volcano, it got even warmer. Perhaps the heat would melt the wolf's now frozen heart. But more than likely it would not. He was far gone. Any traces of compassion or mercy he had before were all gone. And it was evident in the dried blood that stuck to his white fur. Blood that was not his. It belonged to the unfortunate soul who had dared to cross his path. Someone who had stepped on his toes when they decided it was a good idea to try and steal his kill. So in turn, he had killed him. Enigma had never killed before. But after that, he wouldn't hesitate to do it again. It gave him a feeling of satisfaction. Of control. Of power. Was that how his father felt when he killed Arian and all the others in his past? He wondered.
His mother would be so disappointed in him, he was sure. But his father would be proud, wouldn't he? "Of course he would." He hissed to himself. He kicked over a rock as he wandered about the base of the mountain, tongue swiping out to lick away some of the blood that coated his muzzle, but he didn't bother to wash away what covered his neck and chest. His father had been the only one who truly cared about him. His mother too, but where was she? She left when Sin died...they all did. Paradox had vanished when Hellstrom was being attacked. And Forsaken had come and gone. Obscuro was out on his own now, and the rest of his younger siblings? He had no fucking clue. He supposed it didn't matter now...and he wasn't too sure if he cared anymore, either. He cared about one thing; to finish what his father had started. |
