ARSONIST'S LULLABY / open, joining

[madster]

the first to approach was the leader himself. beleth could tell immediately- the way he carried himself, elegant yet approachable. a air of unrecognizable familiarity surrounded the samoyed- a safe feeling. the words he spoke only further cemented bel's thoughts. he wondered how someone could confuse him for his father; malphas had been a runt, dark grey and never smiled. his son was lit ablaze with orange and white stripes, only sharing their glaring red eyes. beleth was already bigger than his father, despite being only a young apprentice.

"listen, sir," the child grinned, having the same sort of snarky superiority that his dad did. "don't worry about me. i'm no domestic," he spoke, tilting his head. "i'm not like my father. i won't-" he paused, his body beginning to heat up. the water around him boiled, and his confident grin was replaced by a suppressed grimace. "i won't abandon you. or anyone else. i am not malphas. i am beleth."

it seemed like he had to remind himself of this. he was not his father. he was his own person. a pink femme approached the two, and he studied her, sizing her up with his eyes. "it's nice to meet'cha, delilah. i'm glad my sorry excuse of a father was able to at least mentor somebody. could he raise kids? no, no he couldn't, but whatever." he talked with the arrogance of a drama-mongering teenager, but deep down was real burning hatred. it engulfed him like a wildfire and spread throughout. it seemed every time he thought of his father, his body temperature rose, and he began to sweat.

beleth decided he didn't want to burn the clan down, so he'd have to change the subject. "i'm a good asset. i've got fire powers, and they may not quite be under control-" he looked at morgan, who had seemingly mastered manipulation of all things water, and felt a quick pang of jealousy. "-but i'm learning. and danger is my middle name. so don't worry, ok?" he said, with confident reassurance. "anyways. can any of you show me to camp?"