So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
It was odd to have a home. Not that he truly thought of Glorall as a home because in a sense Underidge doesn't know what a home is. It is supposed to be a place that makes one feel safe, right? He felt safe anywhere and everywhere because he had himself to listen to. No one to order him to do something he deemed foolish. Still there was something about Eden that sucked him in. The first taste of blood that he had taken from the now King had begun a bond between them that grew when the male had helped him dispose of the corpse in the woods. The way he had calmly asked questions, the way he had licked up the blood from the old male's neck and claimed that he was lacking, it all struck the violence within Underidge until his eerie eyes couldn't help but stay fixated on the pale male.
He stands beneath a tall tree as it sways in the chill winter breeze. The spray of water is brought further inland in this cold winter air, spiced only by the rotten smell of water and the salt from the ocean. The fish here tasted different than those he had eaten before. It was strange but Underidge could adapt to anything. His body was almost grown now with his tall, lanky legs and wraith-like figure that hid ropey muscles. He was a killer beneath his silky silver hairs, the dark undercoat giving glimpses of the shadow that resides within his body.
Those mercurial eyes that match his pelt and also his father's own orbs, they peer out into the world with a sort of dead detachment. Underidge is a creature of extremes, his mind swaying from one to the other as need be. In time the god that was in him would become him, or would he become it? Who knew? He had purpose in this life and he followed that purpose without fail.
Whatever he built here would be simply because there is a connection with the King of this land. Eden had earned from Underidge a respect and an obsession that could not be quenched so he would remain here. Here in the land that he had begun to purge only a season before when his fangs shook the tiny body of Story until her soul fled. Until the world was once more put to rights.
Now he had only to await the next bid of his god or his King.
UNDERIDGE
TWO - MALE - NO HEART - OPHELIA'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (I)