Lazy Ass

ooc;; not quite sure where he is laying but assuming he is outside...

The massive brute was always late to bed and early to rise. Constantly moving and working now a days especially with so many slaves to maintain. He was anxious, on edge and antsy ALL the time now. He didn't know what to do or what was happening half the time and practically none of the time when Cataleya wasn't around to ground him to the here and now. Today in particular he felt foggy and distant from his own body. He felt like his form was trudging through the plains and his mind was somewhere up above watching everything. But despite his odd disconnected feeling he looked alert. Acidic green gaze was narrowed, shifting and slithering over his surroundings with a particular disdain and disgust. He had been living in the moor lately, having dragged Cat's butt there so he didn't have to be here of all places. This was where his son had been killed... He didn't know exactly where but there was a particular hatred for this place that was growing stronger and stronger every day. The only time his hatred was nullified was when he could distract himself. Like today. With Cats son. A weird sneer would slither across his lips as he approached the massive boy as he lounged in the sunlight, obviously content to not wake up just yet. "Aren't there things for a prince to be doing?" He would muse, almost to himself as he stood a short distance off from the boy. They had spoken in the past in passing but never one on one like this. How curious...

Speech!