ardent

But for whom does the next bell toll?



Lücien

Loner

age
8 Years
gender
Male
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193
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Large
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Medium
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07-24-2021, 08:47 PM

Honestly the distain that Sou seemed to be feeling could be felt through the crisp air between them and it was just so damn delicious. Lücien didn't especially loathe the existence Sou the way he did Ignatius, but causing a little pain and misery for any of that litter wasn't something he'd fail to enjoy. After all, if it hadn't been Ignatius that had usurped his position it would have been one of the others and that was enough of a crime in his eyes to earn them whatever casual hate he had to spare. He might've gone on ahead and really started trying to bother Sou for the hell of it but the longer he stood there the more he itched to get on with finding that ice bitch. He wouldn't fail to bask for a moment though in the ripple of irritation on Souzan's stoic face. Ever the serious one, clearly nothing changed no matter how many years faded on by.

Lüc couldn't tell if Sou knew where any of the others - relatives or any others who might hail from their lands - might be, if he did he wasn't carrying their scents with him and his face was unyielding as per usual. So fucking funereal. Moving in an arc around Souzan, Lücien paced with an unhidden impatience to his movements as he watched Sou take in his words and respond. There was a moment of... panic. It didn't continue once there was recognition though and something told the red man that what he saw wasn't concern for Kirsi. Interesting. He supposed he didn't expect her to be someone that Sou would be too worried about but still, the giant was a bit of a stony-faced teddy bear last Lüc checked... What was he up to? Brow raised in clear suspicion, he paused his pacing to deliver a quick scoff, "Certainly, 'friend', fuck-buddy, whatever." Traitorous little slime-ball.

"No," he echoed, eye fixed on Souzan's mismatching gaze for a long moment. Not good enough. "That's not really helpful, Sou, is it? I mean I guess I can't expect you to be sure of exactly where the bitch hides but you must give me something now. You've been here a while, no?" The neutrality of his voice quickly faded to a more subtly but unmistakably threatening tone, probing for any hint of anything from the larger male , any slip, a sign he knew just a tidbit of useful information. A deep breath and a sigh preceded the realization that there was indeed something, if not the thing he was after then perhaps a point of leverage. His slow arcing this way and that around Sou resumed, this time a touch closer and much more methodical, keeping that one ruby eye fixed on the subject of this chat turned interrogation for any reaction at all.

"You know Sou I just hate to say it, but, I think there's something you're not sharing." Pausing a moment to gage the reaction, Luc sighed in feigned exasperation. "Never were big on sharing though were you? Maybe I'll just have to... drag it out of you then?" Moving to sweep closer and draw Souzan's attention with a quick attempted snap at his side, Lücien snapped back to a safe distance a heartbeat later with a snarling laugh. It was all a game to him but he'd be damned if it didn't end with the spilling of both words and blood. Necessary or not. The psychosis haunting every corner of his mind was alive and well and it loved to come out when he was close to getting what he was after. It didn't always give him the best judgement, but that never got to be a problem before so he'd carry on as he was. His stance had remained loose and ready to react if Souzan got the idea to make a move towards him. Moving like he was stalking prey - and he very much was in his mind now - Lücien rumbled, "Do you think you'll last as long as Ignatius did before I got all I wanted from him?" Never mind that that particular play-thing was alive and on his trail. And took Lücien's fucking eye... Bastard.

"Or maybe you're gonna end it like Avis, or Kirsi's spawn? Just crying?" Not a complete fool, Lücien fine-tuned his fight stance as those words were leaving his mouth. The avis thing was probably a sore spot still.





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