The insolent infection turned with hackles bristled and a growl, though when the child's eyes touched upon him, recognizing him, Sinaaq had no doubt, the growl did not cease. It did not cut off, or even bother to taper. This ignited the darkling's own rage, benign as it typically was. The fallen was not so used to feeling such a hot, ardent rush of wrath and yet it rose to the surface like boiling lava, preparing to erupt from the mouth of the volcano that housed it at any unpredictable moment.
How dare he? After it had been
Adlartok whom had left
him? Who had destroyed him as he sliced his own wounds into Sinaaq's mangled heart. The child's face twisted in anger at him, the words cold, indifferent and biting, which would Sinaaq would not have been busy being ravaged by his
precious infection's unwarranted (or so Sin thinks) rage, he might have been proud and ready to boast about how the child was
like him; that Adlartok could deny it but they were two of the same vein. Alike. That Adlartok was successfully Sinaaq's
own legacy, and in that way, Frigga's as well.
That pride was snuffed out in favor of everything that was threatening to crush Sinaaq emotionally at that moment, however. There, providing they did not kill one another, would be time for boasting later.
"Don't snarl at me, infection," The darkling hissed, eyes narrowing. "What right do you have to be angry with me?" He ghosted forward, gaze bearing upon the silver accented child without waver. "It is you that left me. Or have you already forgotten?" The darkling demanded, his muzzle wrinkling in attempts to subdue the child's wrath and keep his own under check.
The last time his normally benign wrath had gotten conquered him it had ended in a blood bath — Glimmer's broken and blood stained body ruined at his paws, her metallic blood pooling around his ebony paws and dripping from his crimson stained teeth.
