So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
This is unlike the experience that Underidge had with Paravana. He had been younger when he met her. When he had found himself immediately coveting her. So he had taken her, used his powerful figure and cruel antics to drive her to Glorall, to break down her mind then build her back up to the thinking he believed. She had become prodigious, her utter dependency upon him a direct result of his brainwashing as well as the presence of the Shade. Since her death he had grown lost. Mad with the sudden severing of ties, forced to strangle her weakness out of her. He had detested that sickly smell on her, the weakness that never left after she had birthed his daughters: they had sucked the strength from her yet it was their right. Their prerogative. If Paravana was not strong enough to keep it from them then it was clear where fate went.
Still, Underidge had lost it after her death.
He had haunted the landscape of Glorall on the fringes, a lunatic, succumbing to his most base instincts which had driven him to Asteraia. It is that whole reason he had been punished. He had given his power to others, as Eden had said, and as he aims towards Kamala he feels a sort of disgust at himself. Wasn't he giving his power to her by succumbing to this bond? Yet he... struggles. Struggles to stay away. He hates this bond. He hates the smell of infection that coats him, the same smell that seemed to rot Paravana from the inside out.
Still, he goes.
The silver beast pauses, muscles flexing, flinching, pain-coated eyes turning in the direction that he hears her slow steps through the brambles. An owl hoots directly overhead and he glances up to see the reflection of it's yellow eyes staring down at him. Judging, hating. A low growl is given but it falls silent as she appears with rabbits in her mouth and a large leaf. An odd assortment for a creature that lived basic. He lacked most societal norms such as cleanliness. Foolish man, she says, and his mouth opens a bit, tongue falling slightly out as he pants. It is as if being in her presence finally drains him. He sinks to his belly slowly, wobbly, panting with fever-glazed eyes.
Lets her admonish him. The Shade had always protected him from harm before. Maybe it was a sign - Thorne had taken something from him upon his birth just as his girls had taken something from Paravana. Eat these, she says, and obligingly he leans his head forward and scoops them up. Grimaces as the elderberry pops tart in his mouth.
"Prey eats leaves," he grunts out disapprovingly before panting once more, eyeing the rabbit she had laid nearby.
"Why?" The word comes out without his approval but he doesn't take it back, eyes rolling up to look at her. Why help him? Why come to him? Why HIM?
UNDERIDGE
MALE - NO HEART - KAMALA'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (IIII)