Looks Good To Me
Albi
Unarmed
10-04-2021, 03:28 PM
When he was in plain view Albion followed every rule to its literal T. Especially around their father the King. He was seen and not heard, quiet in his observations as he learned the world around him from the adults that raised him. Mostly from his mother and Dalila since they were there in the room most often. He knew who his father was, he knew not to cross him, and inwardly the boy was afraid of him. Which made him have a passionate desire to be just like him. Chimera made the rules, and Albion wanted to do that too.
The boy wasn’t allowed outside alone while their mother was asleep, but especially at night. When he felt his small sister move at his side the boy was instantly awake, glass white eyes watching her movements, but the rest of him remained still. Just in case mother woke and caught Scylla, he didn’t want to fall alongside her. When Siren didn’t stir, Albi quietly lifted himself to his big white paws and followed his mischievous sister. He couldn’t let her have all the fun without him.
The boy paced through the dark halls, well aware of the unsettling glow from the hall leading to the great hall. This was his favorite place on the island, but the weird glow was unlike the moonlit glow he was familiar with. Scylla was already at the trunk as Albion followed her out into the dappled moonlight. As usual the boy was silent, but apprehension and wonder were both clear on her features. He slowly made his way to the trunk, and as Scylla looked up to watch the luminescent moths he put one pale paw to the trunk of the tree. His pale coat reflecting the unnatural colors.
”What did you do, Scylla?” He asked in his best impression of their father as he stifled a giggle but not his smirk. He knew this wasn’t his sister’s doing, but it would figure father would blame one of them if he were here.
Albion Klein
The boy wasn’t allowed outside alone while their mother was asleep, but especially at night. When he felt his small sister move at his side the boy was instantly awake, glass white eyes watching her movements, but the rest of him remained still. Just in case mother woke and caught Scylla, he didn’t want to fall alongside her. When Siren didn’t stir, Albi quietly lifted himself to his big white paws and followed his mischievous sister. He couldn’t let her have all the fun without him.
The boy paced through the dark halls, well aware of the unsettling glow from the hall leading to the great hall. This was his favorite place on the island, but the weird glow was unlike the moonlit glow he was familiar with. Scylla was already at the trunk as Albion followed her out into the dappled moonlight. As usual the boy was silent, but apprehension and wonder were both clear on her features. He slowly made his way to the trunk, and as Scylla looked up to watch the luminescent moths he put one pale paw to the trunk of the tree. His pale coat reflecting the unnatural colors.
”What did you do, Scylla?” He asked in his best impression of their father as he stifled a giggle but not his smirk. He knew this wasn’t his sister’s doing, but it would figure father would blame one of them if he were here.