06-19-2011, 08:50 PM
The behemoth let his steady eyes return the gaze, taking in the red of his eyes before a soft purple hue shown itself on the outer recesses of them. The shock showed slightly in his facial features before everything about the boy seemed to put itself into place. Slightly cream colored, little bit of purple eye, the markings of conor and the soul line showing through whatever half breed Conor had raped. Noticing his posture and his quickness to turn and walk away he only grinned to himself and urged his horse forward circling around the male before stopping in front of him. It was a clear message, standing between him and the pack he most certainly probably called home.
“Pray tell boy, who was your father?” he asked quietly enough, not letting the exuberance shine through. The fight with the man from Anathema had awakened an urge within him, an urge to destroy and right now he was just looking for a reason to commit whole sale slaughter to ease the craving. He couldn’t lie to himself, he craved this almost every day, and deer, boars, goats, rams couldn’t fulfill the addiction that was his burden. Sometimes a relapse was needed to help sustain him. Today would be no different, if indeed he was Conor’s son, erasing him from the world would kill two birds with one stone, ridding the world of the male line of Conor’s and before that his father and helping ease a building unease within him toward an act he hadn’t committed in a while.
“Pray tell boy, who was your father?” he asked quietly enough, not letting the exuberance shine through. The fight with the man from Anathema had awakened an urge within him, an urge to destroy and right now he was just looking for a reason to commit whole sale slaughter to ease the craving. He couldn’t lie to himself, he craved this almost every day, and deer, boars, goats, rams couldn’t fulfill the addiction that was his burden. Sometimes a relapse was needed to help sustain him. Today would be no different, if indeed he was Conor’s son, erasing him from the world would kill two birds with one stone, ridding the world of the male line of Conor’s and before that his father and helping ease a building unease within him toward an act he hadn’t committed in a while.