Before hatred and before wrath Chael had once been only a nuisance. Ophelia had never seemed to like him much, but his larger size and bullying ways never aided in gaining her adoration. Thanos was his brother, though slightly more effeminate and peaceful than the rambunctious youth as he growled gently and picked on the others. And Satin—well, one day she’d be pleased to see him dead. He’d earned that much from her on his own. For now, he still envied Hale and idolized Salvaged, creeping from Fatin’s den and crawling down the mountainside of Jaded Shadows. He dreamed of his adulthood, taking after the father he so resembled with the acid-green eyes that invoked fear and despair into the hearts of many. He didn’t understand the reason, but rumors had always crept even into the depths of his home.
And Chael wanted to be just like him! Scarless, eyes intact, he murdered a leaf with milk-white teeth and sent soft, cooing child-growls into the air that’d send shivers down the spine of nothing more than a nearby squirrel, vanishing around the base of the tree with a flick of its brush-like tail. Tongue lolling, he examined his prey with a pleased eye, pawing the wreckage of the shredded leaf with one tiny paw. He was sure someone would quickly come searching for him, and so he crept beneath a bush, waiting, practicing stealth while amusing himself along the way.