So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
Kill them while they wiggle and squirm. Those words stick in his mind as Underidge lopes back to the seaside back, his ears languidly facing backwards while his muscles move off memory for he had been away from Glorall for a few weeks since his confrontation with Tesseract. Why would he ever want progeny? Pups were disgusting creatures and so weak. His mind falls back to the memory of the sick pup he had been drawn to in this very territory, slipping across the border and committing an act of murder beneath the very nose of the Fallen King. The way she had coughed and choked on her own spittle, the stench of purifying flesh that both grew and died simultaneously. A blight on this earth! She had snapped so easily beneath his maw, her bones cracking like the sticks beneath his large paws. To the earth she was but like a gouge of his claws against the soil, here for a time then gone forever. Thank you, she had said, but really he was just thankful she was dead.
The loud roar of the ocean fills the woods in a way that is more wholesome and distracting than anywhere else. It would take much time before he became used to the obnoxious noise or the way everything tasted so salty here. Even the deer tasted different but food was food and just the thought of a hot, wet belly to rip open and consume makes his belly clench. Soon, he whispers to himself as he pads across the embankment of the river. He moves with his head low and his gait is uneven - grace has never been and never will be his standing point.
He moves with purpose, his nostrils flaring wide to catch recent scents of Eden and filtering out all the other nonsense ones. He was not here for anyone else, although he did not mind Achlys. In fact, he had seen her with a huge belly not to long ago when he had crept along the border. Hadn't he boasted to Tesseract about how Eden already spread himself? If he wanted to deal with the weak children then let him, although Underidge could not fathom why. The moment he catches a fresh trail he follows it with dogged determination. He could have called to ask Eden his location but Underidge is not a soul to create such loud ruckus. He is a wraith, coming and going and leaving many none the wiser.
The grainy dirt gives way to grass which in turn gives way to soft sand as he nears the beach, his silver eyes falling on the almost completely white figure of Eden. He blinks only once as he draws near, staring hard at the male and pausing a few feet away.
"He will not come around again." The words are stale from his lips but confident for Underidge did not make idle threats. He would harm Cersei in some form if Tesseract showed up close by.
"The wilds are his home now as he nurses his pride. Why did you not kill him?"
UNDERIDGE
TWO - MALE - NO HEART - OPHELIA'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (II)