——— intent, flowing & intricate across both figures, adjacent from one another & bated breathes intake. frame lays upright & without bend, ever the watching, the waiting. perhaps for boy to make a move, to snap out & attack — ?? it was not uncommon, not unheard of for attempt to be made upon life, seeing as where they treaded & wandered among. who they came in contact with, whether such be of that side or another — it never truly mattered. they all fell to lamb’s bow, wolf’s jaws, in the end. // prodding eyes, wavering gaze, curiosity reflected in depths. // wishes to move, ease closer to, gauge reaction & act upon. so, they do, graceful steps taken & measured, one after last. circles about, sable half heeling alongside.
calculating, leans to rest elbows atop ebony locks, digits petting without second thought. lips part, ❝ what are you to this city — ?? ❞ own chance to seemingly look thru, though particular is not meant to be seen as glare, leer or like. // any words flung about deemed biting, silly antics that arose in form of arrogant ego — likes of which would be cast to side in favor of seeking information, knowledge of zaun’s downfall & decline. they wish to learn, & learn they shall. one cannot do such when largest lead flees to turn tail. no, no, the kindred must be cunning in how they play this game of their’s, projecting such eloquentcy & highruling that one will wish to bow before, let sentence after strung anew fall from slack jaw. to how must, will ——— they proceed — ??
they are not so foolish as to spoil such an opportunity, afterall.
❝ ———how are you so sure ?? how can one such as yourself, so … ——— ❞ limb lifts, descending shortly after to point accusingly. scowl sets in from beyond lacquered ; almost wishes to whisk away attire & have stark seen before. mortals never seem to learn. sheer annoyance shuddering thru form, visible representation of such projected in roll of shoulders, billowing mane about. words are cruel, harsh, cold, like winter’s bite, ❝ ——— young & naïve & so very new to the world of the waking ——— so confident in yourself that you will succeed. pah — !! ❞ begins to stride anew, pacing, flourish of hand as murk stalks behind, sniffing. streaming spite, line after line sparking rage asunder, molars clicking sheer agitation. // reaching end of line, halts for moment, deciding, pondering. yes, they will. no matter the consequences, ill fated things that they are. // ❝ you’d have to be an utter fool to believe that you can test fate !! a creature born & nourished off of lies of a better tomorrow, of false hopes & fairytales .. ——— ❞ why must they strike down what’s seemingful purpose is to aid one’s only home ( that they’ve ever known ) ??
it was subtle at first- their movements. it was graceful, almost as if they were gliding on top of the concrete they stood upon. it was met with hesitance, ekko’s first reaction was to tense; hand hovered in case there was a need to attack, but he remained passive. suspicion and doubt filled his brain, when one walks towards him, it was usually venomous in intent. still a shred of hope remained. a more solid image of the creature before him was seen as they came closer into view- it looked as if covered in fur and a bit too tall to be considered a yordle.
without something to lean on, ekko almost mimicked the other’s movements, shifting weight from one foot to another. hands now moved to cross over his chest as he thought. words came easy to the boy- almost too easy, as he’s been told. never did he learn to hold his snippy tongue. gloating was something he enjoyed, being confident in his abilities and teasing when able to outsmart another, but never did he step over his boundaries. ekko wanted to be a hero to this city, someone remembered as the savior of this corrupt and broken city, but that was not what he was. “ i’m just a guy living in the streets. “ the bit about time travel he chose to keep secret.
even entities such as this seem blind to the possibilities that the boy sees for the future.
arms once crossed now fall limp at his sides, a scowl forming on dark features, many times these same words have been thrown at him- but every time they still left a bitter taste in his mouth. though there was truth to their meaning; he didn’t know what the future held. in time, he could only see into the past, that in itself could still change the future !! no one could fully understand. again and again, he’s tried to explain, but the only result was the same reaction again and again. “ i haven’t failed yet. “ small attempts at helping those around him, focusing on those in the area, he believed that he was beginning to leave an impact. hearing their last words, his head tilts lightly to the side, “ fate? is this place really fated to be like this forever? ” that was something he couldn’t bring himself to believe. everyone was rigid in their beliefs- convinced that he was only setting himself up for failure- was he not allowed to be rigid in his own?
“ unless you can see into the future, i don’t think those can be called lies. ” it’s what motivates him. “ at least i’m doing something about it. er- trying to. ”
