His mothers call would ring in his ears, the boy turning his course. He had turned cold, the evidence of it in his eyes. Antisocial, perhaps even his mind muddling into that of one who was not right of mind. He knew his mother would be angry if kept waiting, and so he would lope towards her melodic call. The Prince of Darkness would not keep her waiting...and it did not take long for him to arrive. The giant boy stalked in, icy glare staring at the boy who sat much too close to his mother. Striding forward with an air of confidence, tail held up and his stance high, he swept past the other male to press his head into his mothers neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Hello, mother." He murmured, his voice practically in a flat tone. Not because he was pissed, but because he could feel himself changing. He noticed her own changes as well, her belly had grown bigger and she was more irritable then ever. He could only guess who the father was, but would not comment any further about it. The boy would sit opposite her, away from the other boy. And it was then as he scanned the crowd that the one she had entrusted with being her secondary was absent. Late...as always. Why the hell is he even still holding his rank? He's useless. His mind would question his mothers choice in that matter, wondering if she was simply giving too many chances or just didn't care who held that position. Either way, he disliked her continuous choice in the matter. Perhaps he would prove himself, and take that spot however he could.
"Speech"
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