Heritage: Urchin Prodigy?

[Dread]

"Alright, thats enough." Wraith lifted his left hand in the air, palm up. Thair would feel pressure build on the outer layer of his skin and eyes before being lifted above floor but a single inch, then slammed back into the panel. Wraith may of over-done himself with the speed he had forced Thair back with, but he did not do it hard enough too damage the panel behind Thair.

"I am bringing you back to my home, and I assure you it is far better then the pit I found you in." Wraith put extra care into keeping himself calm well speaking, "If you have questions for me, you may ask them, and maybe I'll even answer if you ask the correct ones."

 

[FallenKeeper]

"Oof!" exclaimed Thair loudly as he was slammed into the panel. With an unceremonious thud he crumpled to the floor, hands turned palm up on the ground. He stared forward blankly, his body now fully fatigued. Drained off all energy he could only speak a few words.

"Why me?"

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Malice, shivering with a pent up twinge in his left eye, slowly wiped away the saliva upon his face with his right hand; his fingers cooping to string away the majority of it. Yet, for his harming intent, Malice held back all of his anger and frustration with this insignificant boy. Most of all... he could not wait until his training began, to structurally show him the ropes with an iron fist!

Looking to Wraith as a side note, Thair would not hear or see anything spoken between the two; yet it was requested between thoughts if Malice could be excused to go and clean up?

 

[Dread]

Of course, brother. I'll be fine.

Wraith turned around to look down at the tired boy, shaking his head at the state he had gotten himself into.

"Because last I saw your mother was about...24 years ago." He said simply, though giving no definitive answer.

 

[FallenKeeper]

Thair's expression turned dark at the statement from Wraith. Twenty-four years ago Thair was born, and this man was never mentioned before. Why? Who was he? The young man grinded his teeth as he braced his hands against the wall behind him to stand up. For some reason he felt that there was more to his abduction than mere whim. It had to do with his mother and the man before him. "And why's that matter?"

 

[Lyeric Ubbal Arathilion]

Having nodded against his shoulder towards Wraith, Malice had left to find himself cupping his hands underneath running water a few rooms away. He would give some space, returning when called upon...

 

[Dread]

"Maybe this." Wraith said, tipping his head towards the floating vial of blood. "I still need to get my own blood sample. So," He paused and attempted to look Thair straight in the eyes. "If I heal you one more time will you pick another fight with my brother here, or can you keep yourself in check now?"

 

[FallenKeeper]

Thair watched as Malice departed and directed an arched brow at Wraith, "I'll be civil." was his only answer. Putting up any more resistance seemed to be foolish and though he hated to, he had to submit. His storm-grey eyes watched as the hovering vial rotated lazily in the grip of Wraith's power. Thair would have to wait for another, more beneficial, opportunity to rebel.