it is best to avoid the beginnings of evil

Larkspur D'Angelo · 04-27-2010, 03:46 AM

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An echo. Not his voice, but the boy’s. A sudden and remarkable change overcame Larkspur. The pupils of his eyes became wide, two black holes seeking to swallow the world around them. He saw the boy but did not see. Around his neck something else pulsed against his throat. Deeper still, in his chest and perhaps below the heart that had not been consumed, something black and thick pulsed. In his mind he saw a tunnel of pink-red, pulsing and coursing through a place that he was not supposed to have seen.

That was the only gift the Khalif had given their exiled son. At the front of his muzzle his lips pulled up, revealing ivory fangs. His eyes focused ahead, on the boy, but they did not see him. His pupils sought to capture the frail image of that young child and crush him. Then, suddenly: “TAK AH LAH!” He barked, his voice shattering the silence of the forest. “Si em,” the dark man spoke in a voice that reverberated through his chest. The voice was not entirely his own—it was as if his voice had gained a deeper rumble, as if a river was passing under the earth. “, tow en can de lach.”

It passed then, as suddenly as a summer storm. Larkspur’s eyes became his own again, and the snarl faded. His white muzzle opened once again, but shut without saying another word. He did not break his gaze from the boy, as if challenging him.

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