Good. When it comes to battle, I'm the reckless one, and I don't need anyone competing for my title.
[He didn't used to be, but since the transformation because of the Nightsisters, he all too often boiled with a thirst for battle and usually his lack of strategy was covered by pure brute strength and aggression. Maul was the strategic one. He was still learning, as much as he disliked the idea of weakness.
A good sign of the cost of battle was the fact that his left arm was no longer flesh but a highly functional prosthetic. It didn't slow him or deter him from combat, but he lived with the cost of not having the best guard, especially when fueled by his aggression.]
I doubt you're missing much. Male kits are raised by their older Nightbrothers, and female kits raised by the Nightsisters. We generally do not know our bloodkin.
[Except for a very select few in the tribe. Still, he couldn't remember maternal warmth, and he had never met his sire.
He growled at the mention of Maul's meddling. His brother was not someone who took 'no' for an answer when wanting something, and it didn't matter who had to be trampled on or put in line for that to happen.]
My brother thinks I'm devoid of happiness. He's invested in making certain I'm not alone. [Which was the ultimate show of caring, especially from Maul.] I recommend a cheese platter. He's a carnivore, so I'd just be throwing the fruit in Ruin.
[He finally turned his golden eyes back on Dirk, giving the immortal an assessing look. He didn't even bother to hide it.]
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[He didn't used to be, but since the transformation because of the Nightsisters, he all too often boiled with a thirst for battle and usually his lack of strategy was covered by pure brute strength and aggression. Maul was the strategic one. He was still learning, as much as he disliked the idea of weakness.
A good sign of the cost of battle was the fact that his left arm was no longer flesh but a highly functional prosthetic. It didn't slow him or deter him from combat, but he lived with the cost of not having the best guard, especially when fueled by his aggression.]
I doubt you're missing much. Male kits are raised by their older Nightbrothers, and female kits raised by the Nightsisters. We generally do not know our bloodkin.
[Except for a very select few in the tribe. Still, he couldn't remember maternal warmth, and he had never met his sire.
He growled at the mention of Maul's meddling. His brother was not someone who took 'no' for an answer when wanting something, and it didn't matter who had to be trampled on or put in line for that to happen.]
My brother thinks I'm devoid of happiness. He's invested in making certain I'm not alone. [Which was the ultimate show of caring, especially from Maul.] I recommend a cheese platter. He's a carnivore, so I'd just be throwing the fruit in Ruin.
[He finally turned his golden eyes back on Dirk, giving the immortal an assessing look. He didn't even bother to hide it.]
What do you mind?