07-22-2018, 03:52 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]There was very little that Myliu understood of this world, limited to what he had learned in three months trying to fend for himself. It was why the prospect of danger was the one thing the child was fully experienced in, and why, despite having willingly fell forward to chew on any part of Gabriel he could get his jaws on, he wasn't keen on getting close to the beak.
He didn't understand what it meant to help, didn't understand that some people did not wish for his untimely death. It was never that simple, and although Myliu had yet to learn the ideas of deception and trust, wariness was engraved into his mind, a reflex that made him back up the moment Gabriel knelt down lower and twisted around to attempt to goad the child into climbing up onto his back. But he had no eyes for his back, no eyes for the attempts to help. Instead, the child's piercing gaze remained fixed on Gabriel's beak, lips pulled back into a semblance of a snarl that was hidden underneath the mask.
In retaliation (or whatever it could be called), Myliu returned to nibbling on Gabriel's leg instead, as the talons were apparently off limits, and he didn't want to test his luck by biting them again.
Anzarel's appearance did very little to calm him down, for as the towering creature appeared Myliu's huffing turned into a low growl deep in the child's stomach, gaze settled firmly on him with obvious distrust even as he continued to remain attached to Gabriel by the teeth, bite increasing in intensity as the wariness settled in and transformed into the need to defend himself even though the hybrid was not the source of the anxiety, nor a good candidate for chewing to begin with. Both of them could easily kill him, and the realization made his growl louder... even though he still refused to detach himself from the nearest chewable surface.
He didn't understand what it meant to help, didn't understand that some people did not wish for his untimely death. It was never that simple, and although Myliu had yet to learn the ideas of deception and trust, wariness was engraved into his mind, a reflex that made him back up the moment Gabriel knelt down lower and twisted around to attempt to goad the child into climbing up onto his back. But he had no eyes for his back, no eyes for the attempts to help. Instead, the child's piercing gaze remained fixed on Gabriel's beak, lips pulled back into a semblance of a snarl that was hidden underneath the mask.
In retaliation (or whatever it could be called), Myliu returned to nibbling on Gabriel's leg instead, as the talons were apparently off limits, and he didn't want to test his luck by biting them again.
Anzarel's appearance did very little to calm him down, for as the towering creature appeared Myliu's huffing turned into a low growl deep in the child's stomach, gaze settled firmly on him with obvious distrust even as he continued to remain attached to Gabriel by the teeth, bite increasing in intensity as the wariness settled in and transformed into the need to defend himself even though the hybrid was not the source of the anxiety, nor a good candidate for chewing to begin with. Both of them could easily kill him, and the realization made his growl louder... even though he still refused to detach himself from the nearest chewable surface.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden