Silent Guardian
03-25-2019, 06:35 PM
He fell easily into the position of guard, countless hours could pass him by and he would scarcely notice their leaving. If he was one thing, it was patient. He didn’t fidget, and well his eyes occasionally strayed across the shadows cast by still and moving things alike, there seemed to be no boredom in his gaze. He raised his head as his name was spoken, and looked wordlessly towards the mother. His eyes held the quiet intensity of one whose childhood had been cut short. He watched as she moved from the den, heading towards the kill he had brought to her. He might not have amounted to much yet, but he could hunt worth a damn. It was the only skill he had begun to master in his short life. She took a seat, and told him they would have a talk, it felt a little like a scolding from a mother, and he couldn’t help the almost-smile that briefly glanced across his lips. It was only a ghost of an emotion, and gone again. He rose and moved obediently closer to her, settling down and looking expectantly into her roseate gaze. “In truth, I know little of you” he said with honesty. He wasn’t much for words, but it was clear blinking owlishly wasn’t going to get him out of this one. “I do not.. Associate well with others” He was a recluse, a boy who chased shadows and lived his past over and over again in his mind’s eye. A flash of annoyance crossed his expression as she spoke of his father lying. “My father is a man of honour. He saved my life, and brought me under his wing.” |
Astraios is broken, mostly mute, with a death wish