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Posted on March 26, 2013 at 07:20:24 AM by T E S S E R A C T
 He was hardly concerned for lack of a better phrase - the world around him meant little at that point. Often he enjoyed change but all this change without his consent? Repulsive. He, Tesseract, was supposed to be the one in control of it all. He could not control the child in his mother, he could not even control her. All he could do was hope that the few external forces he did have power over did their job. Vague, Azrael - they had to do their part if he was to succeed otherwise... things became too messy. He could not personally be the one to de-throne his mother, not directly at least, but he would not allow another to do so either... Iromar was his. It was not Vidar's nor his mother's unborn child - no, it was his and it was his gift to Caligula. No other could (or would) have it. And what of that Khaleesi girl? She had not shown her face - undoubtedly it had been shoved so far up the Angel's... well, she'd probably been lured over to their silly cause. A pity, really. She'd seemed so clever but alas, the lies she was fed must have tasted better than a real shot at glory. Let her become one of those silly Angels for all he could care; in time, she'd end up dead at the jaws of somebody like Jaidah. Let it be, then, if that was what she wanted so desperately. It would always be beyond his understanding - why did others become so drawn to the promise of being ruled by a Master their whole lives? What had made the girl so inclined to kill of demons that she had been so willing to live with not long before escaping to Diveen? Little brat, she'd raise her head one day and he'd be there the moment she did. No, she couldn't hide forever. There was something else though, something that demanded his attention as he chewed away at the carcass. The unmistakable sounds of foot steps trudging through the snow; soon enough, the scent of a younger female found him. He continued to chew away for some time having chosen to ignore the approach for as long as possible - he had no reason to do so other than his own foul mood that he'd forced himself into. Seldom did he decline the chance to talk to another, often finding joy in uncovering the inner depths and potential of others but for now... he'll wait. He won't approach this time, his paws dangling over the stone's edge before a soft voice reached him. Ah, so she had come. Instantly he stopped his feasting, his pink tongue lashing out and rolling across his muzzle in an effort to make himself presentable. Foul mood or not, the chance of speaking was something he could not so openly turn down. Besides, she was young like he and not coated in the obnoxious scent that the older females had been drenched in. Winter would have been downright obnoxious had he not enjoyed the snow and temperature shift so much. With his efforts complete, he shuffled closer to the edge of the stone, revealing himself completely to the other with a subtle nod of acknowledgement. She was most peculiar in appearance - something he had not seen. Such a strange combination of black and white with eyes much like his own; smaller than he by height but broader, definitely. He remained silent as he appraised her, gaze shifting over her almost mechanical-like before he completed his word - then, he met her eyes. "You look hungry," he simply shrugged before nudging the remaining half of the mink over the edge of the stone, watching it land by her paws before moving back to watch her features. Would she turn down such a generous offer? Surely not. Winter was often skint on food particularly for those that did not smell of pack. What harm could it do? "What's your name? I am Tesseract," he spoke, his voice smooth and lukewarm as a brow raised up in query. Alright, so he wasn't completely on the money but he would at least try to be nice despite the ebbing anger that caused his muscle to twitch and fur to bristle from time to time. Hell, maybe this girl by some sorcery would make him feel... less mad. So far only Caligula had been successful but you never could know but... he had to know. He forced a grin to his features, attempting to appear as warm and receptive as possible before he slowly began to rise to his full height, shaking the snow that had settled over him off. Maybe if he lay still enough for long enough, he'd become completely snow - that didn't seem like such a bad idea at times. "My apologies, miss. I'm often much more talkative but unfortunately, today is not my day. You on the other hand - you seem quite sad. Might I go as far as asking what's wrong?" With that, he took a moment to examine his position before leaping from the rock - he landed off to the side with a hefty thud. Composed, he approached her once more though kept a reasonable distance as he halted, offering her a singular shake of his brush-like tail - if she were to take his offering of a meal then he best not intrude. After all, she had shown him some respect by keeping her distance - it was only... right that he do the same. Well, perhaps some learning would take his mind of the irritants in his life. |
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Sorry these posts are kind of blah. It feels like I haven't wrote for him in ages!
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