It would seem he is not…functioning entirely correctly, or at least he seems oblivious to why his actions may seem obscure to others. He is a creature of habit, a boy capable of learning through understanding alone and he understands only that which had been taught to him, shown to him. He mimics his parents, allows there teachings and manner to bleed into him and as such knows of no other way. There are no words- for he knows no words. Father does not speak, Mother does not speak- only sister speaks and her words are lost upon him as little more then sounds the roll and coil within his ears. He stands then, that tiny obsidian form held tall and proud as he can manage, unable to understand the uselessness of this gesture, assured he is correct in this- that he may demand from her as he demands from others when his needs crave to be met. She is female, this he knows and in this moment it is all he needs to allow his mind to make this assimilation. He is an intelligent creature, strikingly so and yet…perhaps not in the traditional manner. His mind is quick to learn, to seize upon new situations and learn from them, that little mind thriving upon that which is new, learning to use it, learning to….bend it to his will. He may never speak of the stars, or of political science, he may never lead armies or heal others or dabble in the nature of alliances and yet…his mind is sharp in other ways, in the ways of nature and the wilds. He learns- quickly.

And it would seem this moment is another opportunity for a lesson. He is bold in his steps, long tail trailing behind him as he approaches the female, halted only at the barking laughter that explodes from her lips. For a moment those emerald eyes rest upon her own, head tilted to the side in clear curiosity at this sound before his own lips part, a hissing sound of sorts emitted in some….attempt to mimic her. The sound is off, wrong, a rush of air and little more and for a time he seems displeased at his attempt before his desire for food seems to incline him towards her side. He rears upward, attempting to seize that part of her which so provides the milk he desires, puppy teeth biting down like tiny needles in his search before she suddenly draws herself upward and hops aside, rage and irritation leaking from her form as he alone is left within his circle of entrapment. How she had escaped it he hardly knows, tail lashing in a miniature display of juvenile temper as those emerald eyes narrow fiercely upon her. She snarls, the sound vibrant and loud, a warning to any child that his behaviour is intolerable and yet he is a determined creature. He is not foolish, far from it, his will is simply…indomitable, the boy content to push against her patience once more as his form moves to mimic her own.

He is not yet one and yet he understands this posture as miniature heckles left along his spine and lips pull back from tiny teeth that know nothing but milk. His own growl is hardly more than a childish squeal- pathetic in comparison to what it one day would be when so many would tremble at the sound of the beginnings of the nightmare he would be. Ears lay flat against his skull, tail lifting over his spine all the same in either a display of true bravery- or madness. He is not merely snarling at her, nor throwing a childish tantrum- he is challenging her, daring her to prove her right to be above him as he leaps suddenly forward and out of his circle to plunge right towards her in a charge……


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The Night Terror of Tobias x Flare