Wicked Ones
02-21-2019, 08:52 AM
The behemoth of a Klein trailed after his sister. His distance was kept, but he did not stay so far away that she would not know. The knight was fuming. Their blood had been soild by a witch. She had stolen Hannibal's senses from him and used his seed. The beast snarled at the thought. He should go right back and rip her eyes from her. He should destroy her. And the scum that had been conceived by them should be disposed of. They were unworthy of their paternal heritage. His icey blues boiled with rage. His paws stopped and he found his muscles coiling. A bound and he was atop a contraption. His form collapsed and reclined like a kings upon his throne.
We've much to discuss Cordelia. he was angry with her as well. She touched that weakling king and acted as if she wanted his seed. His angry gaze settled on her then. He was less than pleased. The boy that hid from fights would need to prove himself to Jekyll, an impossible task when his mind was already made up about the man. On top of that they needed to dispose of children and their mother before Hannibal caught on so they could save him from the witch.
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