that's right, I got a crossbow
10-10-2014, 02:36 PM
The hulking man was covered in mud. Not splotched, not sprinkled, but utterly coated in the stuff. His noble auburns, his dark charcoal and soot... Washed away in a sea of brown sludge. Rage simmered under the unpleasant barding, his citrus orbs overflowing with heat. Agreeing to babysit that lackwit commoner had been the mot foolhardy thing he had ever done. He stormed down to the coastline, reveling in his hatred of the ingrate who had checked him into the sludge, the cesspool of filth. Lyon was no maiden he was not afraid of dirt, but it was hardly pleasant. A joke? Oh, he had half a mind to rend her limb from limb and forget entirely that she was family. This is what you get for your sense of duty, he told himself. This is what you get for honor. He would bare his teeth at the wind, growl rumbling inside his chest like the grinding of boulders, storming into the surf as if the crushing tide were non-existent. Submerged he would writhe and twist, surfacing only to gasp for air before plunging himself within once more. It would be some time before the pounding surf washed away the murky cloud that once enshrouded him. He would walk slowly back to the beach, panting, his efforts having worn away the sharpest edges of his fury, but the burning coal remained. So, maybe he wouldn't kill her, but to get away unscathed would take a miracle. He had played nice for long enough, and he was no coward to be made a fool of without retribution. Stalking up towards the ramshackle hovel she had dragged him too, his tongue was ribbed with barbs and lances honed with malice and aimed for the weakest part of her psyche. If the young fae wasn't in tears by the time he was done, he would have to begin again, but the thought didn't exactly put him out. His eyes spoke murder when he walked through the doorway, but he did not find the meek and knowing creature he had hoped for. She was smiling. Excited, even. His fangs flashed ivory and venom, ready to roar out her wrong-doings when he saw the amalgam of fluff she had somehow birthed. "What," he hissed out, "is that?" |
