Post by Erebos on Apr 18, 2015 14:57:34 GMT -5
A monster in the making was quiet and obedient at his mother’s heel, the void look in his eye for once a trick of the light because as he observed the path opening up before him, evolving into a world that was so much more than the Cavern of Govyn in which he had grown, he could do nothing to ease the fascination from his otherwise tight expression. It was pitiful that he wasn’t alone to revel in this experience. No part of him was driven to share in his learning with any of his siblings - not even the near silent Beleth, to whom he looked to only briefly in a moment of unannounced disregard. He cared about none of them, and perhaps that was malevolent coming from the thoughts of someone so young, but he hadn’t been born to be normal.
If he had to choose who it was that he cared for the most - and if he absolutely couldn’t choose himself - it would have to be Datura. To say the very least, he had no complaints about her as a guardian. She had been there in all of the moments that Goliath hadn’t, watching over all six of her young, nourishing them in the hopes of one day watching them excel, but in no way was Erebos blind to her real intentions. During what occasions he had been blessed with his father’s presence, her adoration was more clear than his puzzling mind could ever hope to be; the relationship that the two of them shared would maybe be strange from an outsider’s perspective, but Erebos had grown up knowing nothing else from a pair of lovers thus far, and so he had began to formulate the understanding that love was best shown through unnatural possessiveness. There was more on the matter to be seen, but as of now, Erebos was beginning to use his intelligence for the worst, and it would only be a matter of time before it would be too late to alter any of his peculiar opinions.
Tilting his head, a sideways glance met the side of Datura’s face, ears alert upon being met by the sound of rushing water. It was vastly different from the dripping he constantly heard in the Cavern of Govyn, because this sounded powerful, it sounded destructive, and the exact second it opened up in front of him, there was a glisten in his eyes like he couldn’t wait to be powerful and destructive too. The tenseness of his stance deflated quickly, and soon there was nothing to show for the momentary shock that had engulfed him at the mere sight of such a mesmerizing landmark. The next time that he glanced towards his mother, it was strictly for the purpose of gaining permission, searching her face for any signs of objection before he took to a cautious approach of the waterfall. Something that outstanding deserved to be marveled, and he sought to get as close as he could before close threatened his life.
If he had to choose who it was that he cared for the most - and if he absolutely couldn’t choose himself - it would have to be Datura. To say the very least, he had no complaints about her as a guardian. She had been there in all of the moments that Goliath hadn’t, watching over all six of her young, nourishing them in the hopes of one day watching them excel, but in no way was Erebos blind to her real intentions. During what occasions he had been blessed with his father’s presence, her adoration was more clear than his puzzling mind could ever hope to be; the relationship that the two of them shared would maybe be strange from an outsider’s perspective, but Erebos had grown up knowing nothing else from a pair of lovers thus far, and so he had began to formulate the understanding that love was best shown through unnatural possessiveness. There was more on the matter to be seen, but as of now, Erebos was beginning to use his intelligence for the worst, and it would only be a matter of time before it would be too late to alter any of his peculiar opinions.
Tilting his head, a sideways glance met the side of Datura’s face, ears alert upon being met by the sound of rushing water. It was vastly different from the dripping he constantly heard in the Cavern of Govyn, because this sounded powerful, it sounded destructive, and the exact second it opened up in front of him, there was a glisten in his eyes like he couldn’t wait to be powerful and destructive too. The tenseness of his stance deflated quickly, and soon there was nothing to show for the momentary shock that had engulfed him at the mere sight of such a mesmerizing landmark. The next time that he glanced towards his mother, it was strictly for the purpose of gaining permission, searching her face for any signs of objection before he took to a cautious approach of the waterfall. Something that outstanding deserved to be marveled, and he sought to get as close as he could before close threatened his life.
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Word Count: 504.
Tags: @beleth , @datura
OOC: N/A.
Word Count: 504.
Tags: @beleth , @datura
OOC: N/A.