2024-07-14 - paleogene.002

Seth listens.

Yuakajth exhausts them. Not for any reason they can understand, but the presence of the sire is just that – tiring.

Oh, certainly, some aspects of the male’s monologue does resonate within Seth (strong, power, agility, being better than the rest--), but the tone and reminiscence feels akin to a slap. As if their sire views them as naught but a possession to show off as proof of his prowess.

And so, Seth lashes out as they used to do before the quake, mindvoice snarling. They focus hard on that disgusting aspect, forsaking the rest, loathing almost tangible and as electric as biting into copper.

’Not yours! Not a thing to stroke your ego!’

They would rage until Yuakajth chose to leave, uncaring for disturbing those around them.