WHISKEY IS MY HOLY WATER
11-02-2013, 08:54 PM
By some odd phenomenon, his darling sister had managed to escape his clutches, slipping beneath his attentive radar to free herself of his incessant verbal and physical abuse. Fury wormed its way into the tyke?s interior, partially angry with himself for allowing her the moment of peace and partially enraged with the sable brat for fleeing from him. Nonetheless, the minuscule titan had every intention of locating the little bitch and forcing her into her place beneath him the moment he found her, hoping to ensure that she would never attempt another getaway for as long as she lived. No ? as long as blood coursed through the babe?s veins and oxygen fueled her lungs as well as his, he would be at her side every moment of every day, attaching himself like a leech to her and thriving off of her distress that he intended to cause. This would be the very last moment she would ever hope to maintain peace without his presence, however long that moment happened to be. Slate grey ears slicked back against the contours of the tyke?s crown out of aggravation as he navigated beyond the borders of Ludicael?s mangrove, leathery nostrils quivering minutely as he attempted to pinpoint Calli?s scent with no such luck. A snarl caressed the child?s countenance as he sauntered off in his blind pursuit, journeying from the safety of his father for the first time in his life without a trace of fear or anxiety towards the unknown, unwavering confidence and rage fueling him on his self-appointed mission. ?Come out, come out, wherever you are?you stupid cunt,? the tyke practically sang as deep cerulean eyes flickered frantically about the expanse of dense underbrush and foliage, searching for the faintest trace of his lost sibling. |