It's not even breakfast
12-14-2013, 09:47 PM
The wraith would neither flinch nor cower as the object of her intrigue launched himself from his perch, mismatched gaze flickering instead to land upon the oblivious tyke at her side as he adopted a rigid stance, unlike that of which her mother would prefer. ?Stand as I do, brother,? she would advise the miniscule titan with a soft whisper, skull elevating slightly while her shoulders rolled back and her tail ascended in alignment with her spinal column, displaying the immaculate poise her mother had demanded she utilize in order to portray an aura of undeniable confidence. It was a lesson she would not forget, and thus, she would pass along to her younger and obviously uncertain sibling the same information in hopes that he would take it to heart as she had. The Elysius were a breed unlike any other ? the child would learn this with time, and with time he would develop beautifully as she had and as her littermates had; it was his destiny. Whether or not her sibling had acted upon her command, her attention would be redirected to his sire as he strode confidently towards them, his jaws gaping to emit venomous vocalizations that the phantom only assumed were spoken with the intention of infuriating her. Rather than grant the pallid behemoth what she presumed he desired, her countenance would remain stoic, mismatched amethyst and metallic eyes never leaving the premises of his own bicolored eyes even as she retorted. ?My mother would much prefer that I participate and fell my opponents in battle; I shall receive no reprimanding, I assure you,? the wraith informed the brute pointedly, suggesting to her most recent achievements with a tone of indifference despite the pride that swelled within her breast. It was the brute?s following sentiment that would shatter the apathy that consumed the wraith?s visage, brows minutely furrowing as a scowl crossed her porcelain features. The affection that laced his tones seemed genuine as well as the offer to ensnare a crown for her pretty head, and the babe found herself quite stumped as to how to respond, suspicious of his motives. ?I?? she hesitated, gaze narrowing and countenance regaining its indifference as she breached her final decision. ?I want to win it on my own,? she confessed stiffly, pupils fixated upon the brute even as he addressed her younger sibling again, curious. |
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