Moonspear haydays

✴        He was growing every day, and with the monumental growth of his body came the increasingly insurmountable appetite to accomodate the changes. It was rare for Revui to be asleep for long — it was more like he had a lust for life, and couldn't bare to be parted from the waking world for long — but these waking moments were filled with play (which grew increasingly more aggressive as his size increased), eating (which was always a messy affair), or some kind of stalking game he had created to pass the time when his siblings were tired of him. Stalking was not his forte; he was becoming too big to sneak, heralding a future greatness that might've rivaled his parents, but he tried none-the-less.

Today, he was up to his usual antics. The boy had rough-housed with Arcturus for the better part of the morning and when the two boys were finally separated, Revui had gone off to sulk. It didn't last too long, though, because he saw the approaching figure of his father and decided straight-away that he was the next best thing — until he saw what was swinging from Charon's teeth, and all thoughts of play vanished.

The leviathan in the making tried to duck and stealthily get closer and closer, following after the scent of fresh meat like a shark to blood; when he couldn't contain himself any longer, the boy bolted straight for Charon and snapped hungrily at the rabbit, apparently more pleased with the gift than the gift-bearer.