So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
The only family Underidge had ever cared for was Sarabi. He craved her just as she craved him and theirs was a symbiotic relationship even if he desired to dominate her. Enderly had tried to be their father and for a time Under had snuck away from his siblings to learn a bit about his father yet as Underidge grew he felt only a distant kinship with the male. Even that was easily severed. Then he had descended. Down into hell he had went and he had fought nameless battles with demons until he embraced them, until he smiled with their blood, and until the Shade had finally chosen him to be His champion. So it was that he had returned to Molodian with the god in his breast and the determination to cull the weak. Molodian was crumbling. It was collapsing beneath the weight of wasteful souls, those who would not or would not take care of themselves. Leeches.
As he trails after Tesseract his eyes narrow in on the healing wounds, noting the way the males leg seems to refuse to bend at times and his walk becomes a bit stiff in gait until he finds himself a place to lay down. The very sight has his tongue caressing his lips as he imagines sinking his fangs into that sore muscle and shredding it. Hearing the white male howl in his own fury but also his immense pain. That leg.. it would weaken him over time. It might very well be the ultimate downfall of Tesseract and really, he ought to take care of it now before it became such an issue.
Underidge did not expect to be greeted with a friendliness nor did he desire it and his lips twitch in a slow crawl across his muzzle when Tesseract's head spins towards him. The growl sends a shiver through the silvery male and he blinks a few times before relaxing his weight to the side. Did the male truly expect to find solace out here in the wilderness? He should have stayed in Iromar, perhaps there he might be safe from the prying eyes or the carefully worded barbs of others. It lights Underidge's blood up the way the male responds, clearly affected by his chosen words.
So brazen! So strong! Or perhaps not as much as he wished to portray. Underidge's smug smile does not shift - it does not grow nor does it fail and yet inside he trills in delight at Tesseract's words. His eyes shift down swiftly to the stiff leg of Tesseract in an obvious perusal to let the male know that he
knew. Underidge was not afraid to exploit weakness, after all.
"First you must have something to lose it and I have nothing save my name and myself, each of which I do not think you will touch. Even if you could, fallen king." His words come out in hisses and wisps with an edge of taunt to them as he remains in a relaxed pose.
"Would you like to lose that leg? I could severe it for you if it bothers you so." His words are quite honest although if Tesseract ever let him close enough and with the right opportunities Underidge would not stop at merely taking a leg.
"Do you nurse you pride as well as your wounds? Both seem to have taken quite a hit. Do you know that Eden is even now spreading his legacy across the waves and the lands? Quite a flock has come." He blinks in a savage delight as he suddenly stands stiff once more, hackles rising and fur lifting up across his body.
"Your legacy there is gone. Erased. Nothing left except your daughter. She is pretty. I would hate it if she fell off into those crushing waves one day, wouldn't you?"
UNDERIDGE
TWO - MALE - NO HEART - OPHELIA'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (II)