08-31-2018, 05:49 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;color:#000;line-height:1.1;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]All too clear was the difference between those countered amongst the trio and the one who found small dark paws beating a slow pace upon the earth, thoughts ever turned to the ocean but not for its draw. He was not as the moon was, gentle yet insistent in its want to draw the ocean as it so pleased, and in turn did it pull upon that celestial body, but something tugged at him all the same. It did not matter the salty brine was not within him nor the chilled glow of the moon within its crown of stars present only during the night, the ocean drew him back, a longing to feel the sand beneath him arising always.
A gentle tide was this desire, curling about his heart and pulling at the strings, a soft siren song ever present beneath the flow of thought. Yet was such a surprise when one remembered his father called the ocean his, harbouring the status of a lesser God given capabilities few mortals might hold. There was no such power lingering in him, a vessel for something more, a force all the greater than the soul which animated the body which crept closer, curiosity within a hooded eye, but Silus was nothing more than a mortal beneath the thumb of a being who had deemed itself a God.
“If ya don' wanna stay wit us drunk shit'eads da door is right der,” gentle was the murmur of the exhausted Sage as he drew closer to the three, giving the one to whom he spoke a quick glance though the single dark eye held no malice. He had no care to expend energy on such when Bakugou had shown himself a formidable opponent, someone the injured child had no want to tangle with in such a state, though it would be a hard lie to speak if he dared venture to say he would willing go against him in a fair match. Brief was the flick of his attention towards Kirishima. It seemed he had missed an injury and filed away a mental note to check on the beta later, scolding himself for missing it. Though not overly prideful to allow any under his care to go without treatment was not permitted but he had been laid up for a time, his own injuries needing time to heal before he was permitted to work once more.
“Baby, huh? Well, Cap says all 're welcome so do as ya want,” lifting a shoulder it was apparent Silus cared little one way or another, it would merely be another he would need to keep track of and at this point he cared little for those already under his care up until they needed assistance, otherwise they could do as they pleased for all he cared. "Name's Silus, una da 'ealers."
A gentle tide was this desire, curling about his heart and pulling at the strings, a soft siren song ever present beneath the flow of thought. Yet was such a surprise when one remembered his father called the ocean his, harbouring the status of a lesser God given capabilities few mortals might hold. There was no such power lingering in him, a vessel for something more, a force all the greater than the soul which animated the body which crept closer, curiosity within a hooded eye, but Silus was nothing more than a mortal beneath the thumb of a being who had deemed itself a God.
“If ya don' wanna stay wit us drunk shit'eads da door is right der,” gentle was the murmur of the exhausted Sage as he drew closer to the three, giving the one to whom he spoke a quick glance though the single dark eye held no malice. He had no care to expend energy on such when Bakugou had shown himself a formidable opponent, someone the injured child had no want to tangle with in such a state, though it would be a hard lie to speak if he dared venture to say he would willing go against him in a fair match. Brief was the flick of his attention towards Kirishima. It seemed he had missed an injury and filed away a mental note to check on the beta later, scolding himself for missing it. Though not overly prideful to allow any under his care to go without treatment was not permitted but he had been laid up for a time, his own injuries needing time to heal before he was permitted to work once more.
“Baby, huh? Well, Cap says all 're welcome so do as ya want,” lifting a shoulder it was apparent Silus cared little one way or another, it would merely be another he would need to keep track of and at this point he cared little for those already under his care up until they needed assistance, otherwise they could do as they pleased for all he cared. "Name's Silus, una da 'ealers."