On Eagle's Wings
03-31-2018, 05:25 PM
With the wind in his favor, Malleus smelled the yearling long before he saw him. He was excited about the prospect of recruiting a young mortal. Youthfulness meant malleability. If the individual was promising the Abraxas could mold him into a useful weapon. Under their tutelage he could reach his full potential. At first glance Malleus wasn't disappointed. The youth was large for a mortal; well built and seemingly sure of himself as he approached a much larger stranger with ease. That boded well. He couldn't help but smile at the youth's words. A bad ass warrior, eh? Flattery just might work in this boy's favor. He wasn't sure what the youth meant about being crippled, but he felt like the muttered words weren't really for him so for now he decided to ignore them. "And you," he rumbled, "look like a man fed up with mediocrity." The statement was vague enough to apply to any situation which was why Malleus had said it. If the youth was disgruntled or in the throes of teenage rebellion, perhaps his words would strike a cord. "Am I right in assuming that's why you answered my call? That you want to be a part of something greater than yourself?" He eyed the boy coldly, almost dismissively as a thought struck him, and said, "Don't disappoint me and tell me you were "just curious."" |