slinking shadow // calla

slinking shadow // calla Aug 18, 2020 7:15:57 GMT -5

Post by max jones d6 ☠️ kiah on Aug 18, 2020 7:15:57 GMT -5

v i c t o r.

It seemed he had a shadow. He had noticed him in early hours of the morning, following, at a slight distance. At first Victor had thought it was Isabelle, that she needed something from him. But at a closer look it was Tobias. Didn't he have more productive things to do then be a pest and follow him around? The urge to snap at the child rushes through him, but he bites his tongue, leading the way through the mansion out into the court yard where be observes Ruth and Finn sparring with wooden swords.

"Elbow higher, Ruth!" he grunts, watching her critically as she moved around Finn. Finn held his weapon well, his injured hand tucked by his side as his eyes focused solely on Ruth. It irritated Victor to no end that the boy had improved. The wimpy pathetic child who had murdered a useless Annabelle had grown up to become quite skilled with the blade. Skilled enough to break through his own guard. Eyes narrowing he watches him carefully, there was still something about him that rubs him the wrong way. That makes his lips pull back in displeasure.

Maybe it was that he didn't look like someone who would bring glory to the Strauss name. He still remembers the look on his face as he killed the child. He was sure that in the arena, Finn would break, and him breaking would cost Victor his crown. And he wanted that crown, so fucking bad.

Slinking away he heads towards the training room, subtly tossing a glance over his shoulder to make sure is shadow was still in tow. If Tobias was going to observe him, he might as well turn it into a lesson. Entering the room he examines the array of blades that decorated the wall. Knives that ranged from the length of a finger to as long as his forearm filled up the first bay.

He runs a gentle finger over a sword, his lips peeling back into a grin, a purr climbing his throat as he pulled it from its sheath and towards a dummy. Taking his stance the blade crosses his body, steady, as his feet move soundlessly around the figure,eyes never leaving, not even as he hears the younger boy shuffle around near the blades, pulling one free for himself.

Then as fast as a death adder he strikes, his blade moving in an elegant arch as he leaps in the air. The blade comes down, slicing the dummies head clean off. He felt like a fucking god, his blade a deadly extension of his arm A satisfied grin paints his lips as he lands, the head rolls towards Tobias.

slinking shadow // calla Aug 25, 2020 23:17:58 GMT -5

Post by calla on Aug 25, 2020 23:17:58 GMT -5

T O B I A S !

So Meredith's dead now and, I dunno, I guess people are pretty broken up about it, but if you ask me, she was kinda boring. It doesn't really feel like anything's changed in the house. I mean yeah, Victor and Killian are more grumpy than usually, and Octavia's been a bit testy, but that's not far out of the norm.

It's why I didn't see a lot of harm in messing with her again. I'm bored, ok? So I let Goliath loose in Octavia's bedroom earlier this morning and I've been waiting for hours to hear her shriek.

Oh yeah - Goliath's my tarantula, I found him out in the treeline a few months ago and I'm pretty sure he's still just a baby. He's tiny like me, but he's a fighter! We're the same like that, because I'm just kinda biding my time here. Yeah, I guess fighting is fun, but I don't really want to make a career out of it. I know I'm meant for waaaay more, just wait 'til I'm old enough, you'll see.

Anyways, I know as soon as Octavia finds Goliath I'm gonna be in heaps of trouble, so I've been sticking close to Victor all day. Mainly because I know he'll stand up for me if she comes stomping down the stairs all murder-y. We're cool like that.

He goes outside first, probably to yell at Finn or Fiona or someone. Victor likes to yell at them extra loud sometimes, and I guess they're not that bad? Well at least Finn isn't. I tried to get him to tell me what it felt like when he killed Anabelle, but he mostly just ignored me. I took it in stride, don't worry, I'll corner him yet.

I watch Victor watch Finn and Ruth spar and try not to yawn. At least Finn actually won his fight though, so that still gets him some points. Ruth is just plain old boring.

But Victor heads to the gym, and that's when I perk up a little. There's no one else in there and I hang back in the doorway for a minute, watching Victor pick out a sword. See, I'm not really a sword guy. A lot of the ones we have are too big or too heavy or too stupid like Elijah. But lucky for me, I'm fast as hell, so I usually grab one of the knives and get away with not having to swing a longer blade. Plus there's this one really nice knife in the gym, and sometimes I sneak down early to make sure I can grab it before anyone else.

I spot it easy as pie and wiggle it out from the pile, turning the familiar wooden handle over in my palm and walk super sneakily to one of the other dummies in the room. Victor shifts a stance a little and I look down at my feet, notice that my left foot is in front instead of my right and switch it to match him.

I'm still trying to get it just right when there's a loud swoosh and the head of Victor's dummy goes tumbling, rolling to my feet and I've never seen anyone, not even Declan, cut one off so easily before.

"WHOA!!" And I can't help it. It's pretty cool. "How'd you do that?!"