Para Bellum

When you were as old and as experienced as Oxx was in the field of hunting, espionage, etc. it didn't take much to realize when someone was looking for you. It wasn't even upsetting to have someone hunted him because, honestly, it was far from the first time. When your own father hunts you down with the intent to kill you, everything else is childsplay. When the one hunting you really was a child, it just became comical.

Oxx had tailed the boy that was tailing him. He had spoken to the same wolves that the blue child had spoken to. It was a fun little game and everyone knew that Oxx loved games. As he followed, he imagined that the boy was getting more and more discouraged. Goody, goody!

Though he'd grown a bit, Oxx recognized the black and blue boy immediately. One of his darling little siblings. It was nice that family wanted to come and play with him, but it was getting old. The time had come for Oxx to make himself known. The game was fun, but all things had culminated to this point, might as well pop the cork.

As the boy was wetting his tongue in the river, the massive brute parted from the tree line. "Fine day, isn't it?" Smooth tones crossed the distance between them as Oxx stood behind the boy. The giants legs were splayed comfortably and it was clear that he was entirely at ease. This child could do nothing to him if he tried. Originally he thought that perhaps the boy just wanted to come and beg for mommy's skin to be returned. That was before he saw the sword and the determination in the kids face. It was cute, really. So young. So angry. So much fun!

The shark-like brute stood there, his wide maw split in a grin. One paw rose to idly flick the shrunken paw of their mother back and forth, because why wouldn't he wear the skin of their mother to their first official meeting? "I heard you were looking for me. Did you enjoy all of the hoops you had to jump through?" Dance, little doggy. Dance.

"Oxx Carpathius"