who are you when i'm not looking
05-06-2014, 08:33 PM
?Father,? he chided with a hint of frustration and demand. His father was out and about again - albeit still not his normal self - and his son longed for his attention more than anything else. ?They say you are better now.? The comment was idle, small-talk between a son and the man who'd provided half of his genes. He knew so little of his father. The pale, ghostly man was practically a stranger. Kyarst hated that fact above all others, and he was determined to change things. The boy was nearly full grown, three-quarters at best. His once lean physique was thickening with strong sinew and muscle, filling out into the handsome frame every Armada wore with pride. Along with the physical advances, his speech was improving, as well as his manner and his confidence. Though he'd always been boisterous and full of himself - and still hadn't quite grown out of that - he was growing into a body that could withstand his foolhearted dreams. An ear tilted to the side and back, wondering just how invested his father might be in a conversation with his son. Jigsaw had been scarce lately, and Kyarst felt as though he was owed a bit of attention for merely managing to stay in the limelight he had been born into. ?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.