Winter Grey Ocean Bay

Setekh wandered along the winter beach, his thoughts dark and consumed with plans to torment his daughter, Absinth. The cold wind bit at his skin, but he barely noticed, lost in the depths of his twisted imagination and the obsession that chewed away at his psyche. He considered various ways to break her spirit, to remind her of the power he held over her., to remind her of what she’d done. A cruel smile played at his lips as he relished the thought of her suffering. And really, it was all her fault. She had abandoned him, gotten herself a lover. Oh he knew, he knew everything. She was not as careful as she thought she was. Not at all, and for shame he had not taught her well enough. But that would change in time.

As he walked, his gaze wandered over the sand and sea, the rhythmic crashing of the waves serving as a lovely ambiance to the horrid thoughts plaguing him so deliciously. Perhaps, if he captured her, beat her down; and kept her bound within a cavern… she would see reason. And the God, oh he would finally have her full attention again. Emeralds locked onto his own crimson orbs, and he would discover everything about her that she had cultivated.

Setekh would let a giggle free from his lips, maw splitting in a delighted smile.

Until his attention was suddenly drawn to a figure moving gracefully along the shoreline towards him. A girl, but he was not close enough to take in more details of this sudden siren. She followed the curve of the bay, carefree, so wide eyed; curious. She was young, new to the world. The possibilities excited him as they began to thrum in his mind, and for the moment, he forgot about his daughter, his focus entirely on the girl before him.

Setekh stood in her path, watching, waiting for her attention to fall on him. He placed a curious quirk of his brow onto his own beautiful face, stifling the mad gleam in his eyes for something... friendly. When would she notice him? The longer he watched, he noted how she took a moment to observe all of her surroundings, all of the peculiarities, a trait that fascinated him. Where was her fear? Suspicion? Did she have any to offer?