Shoot fire and a biscuit [PO]
04-07-2015, 07:38 PM
He could feel her gaze upon him like a white hot flame, burning and seeping into the confines of his facial features. He wouldn't shrink under it, though, and continued to focus upon her catch. The duckling was amusedly flustered as his presence doubled the number of wolves in its presence. He couldn't imagine the fear that ran through prey. She would confirm where she'd stolen the drake from, and he nodded in affirmation. There was water elsewhere but he recalled seeing several ducklings at the lake. “Have you decided yet what you plan on doing with him?” Tone remained even-kiltered, though there was still an uncertain note somewhere in his phrase. He felt as if he were walking on nails with this child, and despite his frustration at their previous meeting he still felt the pang of desire for his family to remain intact. His gaze returned to her, but wouldn't linger there long. He didn't feel the need to study the child any more than necessary. After all, she didn't seem to want much of anything to do with him so he knew he couldn't push that subject at all. He returned his gaze to the duckling, who still seemed as flustered and uncertain as Kyarst himself felt on the inside. He felt as though he were doing a halfway decent job of masking most of that, but there was an undeniable sense of awkwardness as he stood before his.. prodigal niece? “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.