07-26-2018, 08:08 PM
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Myliu was almost the exact opposite of Onision, for his mind was anywhere other than fighting and lost in things that were wholly incomprehensible for others. That wasn't to say the child didn't have a temper, or an urge to defend himself... he just knew what it took to survive, and picking battles where they were unwarranted was not it. Already at a young age he knew how to fight, how to defend... and, it seemed, now Myliu's past was catching up to him rapidly to the point of unveiling hidden powers that even the oldest in the Ascendants didn't seem to possess.
He was special in other ways, of course, but those were less of a gift than they were a curse, a mental illness that made it hard for him to engage in activities that Onision wanted. Even if Myliu was interested, there was the issue of his rage blooming into something that made him dangerous. The child couldn't kill an adult yet, but he had mauled a rabbit into a bloody pulp in one of his episodes, and a kit of his age wouldn't be any different.
Thankfully for both of them, Myliu didn't understand any of the words Onision said anyways. He was interested less in what the child had to say, and more in the fact that he seemed angry and frustrated, and he wondered if it was something worth checking out. The child moved over, hesitant but determined, until he was peering over at Onision with curiosity in his eyes, waiting for someone to come over and give him what he wanted (whatever it was that it turned out to be.)
Myliu was almost the exact opposite of Onision, for his mind was anywhere other than fighting and lost in things that were wholly incomprehensible for others. That wasn't to say the child didn't have a temper, or an urge to defend himself... he just knew what it took to survive, and picking battles where they were unwarranted was not it. Already at a young age he knew how to fight, how to defend... and, it seemed, now Myliu's past was catching up to him rapidly to the point of unveiling hidden powers that even the oldest in the Ascendants didn't seem to possess.
He was special in other ways, of course, but those were less of a gift than they were a curse, a mental illness that made it hard for him to engage in activities that Onision wanted. Even if Myliu was interested, there was the issue of his rage blooming into something that made him dangerous. The child couldn't kill an adult yet, but he had mauled a rabbit into a bloody pulp in one of his episodes, and a kit of his age wouldn't be any different.
Thankfully for both of them, Myliu didn't understand any of the words Onision said anyways. He was interested less in what the child had to say, and more in the fact that he seemed angry and frustrated, and he wondered if it was something worth checking out. The child moved over, hesitant but determined, until he was peering over at Onision with curiosity in his eyes, waiting for someone to come over and give him what he wanted (whatever it was that it turned out to be.)
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden