Whitewater Gorge A Prince Without A Kingdom

OMG THEY'RE BROTHERS. WELL THIS IS GONNA GET INTERESTING XD

He follows the river north this time, abandoning the shadows in favour of what lies beyond. Perhaps it is the frustration that Astrid still exists as their leader, and that his uncle has failed to step up to the plate. But perhaps it is also the fact that Vaati still does not have the influential sway to dethrone her, but he will. It is only a matter of time before he reaches full potential; in body and in mind. Combined with the genes of Kjalarr, the muscle, and Potema, the mind, there will be little that stands in his way. But he is not a fool, he is only mortal; all mortals can be killed. It is this fact that drives him to accomplish as much as he can in as little time as possible. Travelling to what lay beyond the confines of the dark woods identifies as just that, and in time, he plans to map every inch of the land his family so rarely aspires to see. He is a prince of the darkness, the eventual king of the dark woods, and he will not sit idle as the world evolves around him.

Vaati stops along the shore of the river, bending down once to drink from its well. It is then in the reflection of the water does he glimpse the brief flicker of silver, mirrored to the behind that stands before him. In a split second does the thought come to mind; father, and he lifts his head unapprehensive to face a boy. His brows furrow, distaste seeping into his mouth at the mere idea of his stupidity. Kjalarr had left him at the top of the Spire, alone. It gave him the instant hesitance to stick around the other boy, a boy who was unmistakable in resemblance to the Viking; perhaps, even his son. Arrille. The other child Vaati had been mistaken for. Shaking his snout from the water, he stands to full size, instinctively puffing out his chest to appear bigger than the other, and perhaps he was. Similar eyes charged accusingly upon the other, silently demanding to know why he stood so close, and what e wanted.