just rub some dirt on it

Zagan’s eyes narrowed at the boy, his sharp features contorting into a look of contemplation.

The way his gaze rolled across the Raider pup’s frame was calculated and deliberate. He was assessing him. Searching for signs of weakness. Anything exploitable. There was an angry, festering wound across his face- but other than that, he was simply, a child. A child all alone, in the confines of an eternal abyss. A child alone with a monstrosity.

“Suspicious?” Zagan croons, echoing the boy’s words. His voice is deep and commanding- yet it is soothing in equal measure. A compelling tune that commands obedience.

He’s moving towards the boy now, teetering into his personal space. An abrupt invasion. As he draws closer, a spark of curiosity flashes in his eyes. Atoll was trimming off a piece of the bioluminescent moss. And Zagan wanted to know why.

“Your actions are suspicious, Raider child.” He hums, stopping once he is looming uncomfortably close to the boy. “You are collecting the moss." A short pause. "Why.” Blunt and incredibly forward, Zagan wants Atoll to satiate his curiosity.

"Zagan Saxe"