slinking shadow // calla

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.