My father's legacy

The tall beast hadn't let himself leave the range, or rather Orchid hadn't let him leave the range, in far too long. Scorpion liked the range well enough, but since his injury he'd done nothing but want to leave. Othello had been oddly quiet, and though he found himself loving her (an emotion he was unsure he'd ever admit to really feeling) she was really a bummer. He hated seeing her sad, but he was helpless to do anything. So he'd give her her space, and find himself stretching his limbs.

There was a genuine grin playing across his features as he took a stroll through the darkening woods. The trees were coming to their full bloom, and he had half a mind to stay here the night so he could see the flowers in the light of the morning. Maybe not the most manly of thoughts, but he liked to appreciate the beauty in the world.

His thoughts would be interrupted by a similarly labeled scent. Finding himself unable to ignore her, though he did consider doing just that, thoughts of Othello were much too weak to keep his focus. For being so tall the Destruction was light on his toes. Like a cat he would stalk her through the woods in a silent manner. Bright yellow gaze would finally catch a glimpse of her, the setting of the sun illuminating her through the branches. His grin would grow before stepping from the shadows behind her, quite ignorant to her appearance he'd been in Alacritia too long to so easily spot one of Yahir's spawn. "Why are you out here all on your own?" He'd voice softly, hopefully far enough away that he didn't startle her into fleeing.