cold skin
spar with medusa
01-01-2022, 10:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2022, 10:06 PM by Macabre. Edited 1 time in total.)
"Speech!"
His fire-stoked mercilessness only intensified against the lower ranks of Habari - in particular, the slaves. He’d heard of one by word of mouth - didn’t his mother punish the skeleton-patterned woman when she escaped? - and decided to seek her out for himself. The speckled child ventured through the woodland, unsure if this was her normal area or if he’d need to hunt for her elsewhere. A devious little smirk crept onto his lips, glowing silver eyes scanning through the slits between trees. No, he had no intentions of hurting her, but he knew she couldn’t say no to a spar. She was below him, after all. She had to listen.
Mac padded further into the woods, his puppy fur still soft yet beginning to fade in favor of a more mature pelt. His developing muscles brimmed on his limbs as he stood and paused, ears perked and swiveling for any sign of the woman he wished to play with.
"Hello?" He called out. His tone was curious and childlike, of course. But that undertones indicated that the woman didn’t have much say in the matter. She was obligated to play with him, a royal Klein child.
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill