Handsome Hati's Heavenly Halloween Hootenanny
10-12-2014, 01:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2014, 01:27 PM by Skaði I.)
The giantess' frosty gaze settled on the horned spectacle. Her face was impassive; the bland mask all she could muster in response to the form before her. Hati the murderer was within shouting distance. His hateful features would have gone unnoticed had the freakish mask upon his face not stood out so prominently. If not for the acidic gaze peering from the skull's sockets and the scent drifting her way, Skadi wasn't sure she'd have recognized him. There was no mistaking the signs. It was him. Ice flooded her veins. With cold intent, Skadi padded towards the traitor. She absently wondered if she could kill him. Once upon a time, she'd admired this brother and the ferocity that he faced with world with. While she didn't share his hatred of the Father, his rebellious nature had appealed to her. They shared a desire for something different, although that's where the similarities ended. It wasn't until the end that she had realized just how different their dreams were. Skadi had been crushed at the death of the Father, even more so knowing that it was a brother who had committed the sin. She hated him with a fire so hot it threatened to shatter the sweet persona she held dear. Skadi decided not to immediately act on the murderous rage. There was a part of her that, albeit small, craved to hear the why of it. Hati could have had it all. Instead he threw it away, squandered not only his birthright, but his right by victory. Everything Skadi had she had earned through blood and hard work. Nothing was given to her. That he had simply walked away from what would have been his had he not been so hard-headed amazed her. "Such a waste," she mused. Stopping before him, the fae regarded her brother coolly, her eyes settling on the curly horns that sprouted from his head. She was unsure of how to handle him now that there was a death between them. Her tone uncharacteristically dry, she said, "I must say, the skull does wonders for your looks." The words, though insulting, were delivered with a familiarity that made it hard to tell if she meant to be ugly or if she was joking with him. He could take it however he liked; his reaction would only serve to settle her into a course of action. "Speaking" -- Thinking |
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