A loyal follower. . .

It had been a long time since Val felt anything akin to fear, so it was no surprise that even upon seeing such a strange creature before them they remained calm. They’d seen the face of their father in all it’s rotten glory… This was simply another vision to revel in. 

“You speak.”

Once again, their infliction dictated more curiosity than anything bad, hence they began to approach the creature, hand outstretched in his direction. The way the beast shone in the moonlight was infatuating to Val, and they wanted nothing more than to feel him. 

“Do you have a name?”

While Bruce, so touch-starved and hungry for affection, regarded the hand steadily, his lack of knowledge about the stranger- and their intentions- caused his self-preservation and cynicism to flare up. Such were the two attributes which allowed his survival thus far, after all. 

The Cetus turned his head to the side, angling it away from the stranger’s hand and a toothy grimace tightened his lips. Scores of serrated pearly whites flashed in the moonlight, if only as a warning, since Bruce doubted he could carry out actively attacking the stranger for such a meager misstep. 

Still, he kept his eyes fastened on the stranger and their hand, regarding them both suspiciously. “Aye… I speak.” So strange. Usually humans reacted with such terror and fear at the sight of him, even when they mistook Bruce for simply a shark. 

They knew better than to trust strange creatures, though they wished others did not have that same sense. 

“Bruce, how Curious.” 

This time Val approached with their whole body, long stride taken so they could get a closer look, light of the moon reflected in the blue flecks of their pupils as they scanned hm. 

Dressed in filth and decorated in blood, Val’s sunken eyes rested, half-lidded and scanning the path ahead of them. Their feet were bare and calloused from hiking through the mountains in this state for days, but the wounds inflicted by rocks and scarce weapons seemed to leave no effect on them, merely more visual details their already interesting appearance. 

Their attention was drawn by the sound of an approach, keen hearing trained for any noise that could be a threat. Although it didn’t show in their demeanour when they took a slow turn to face the Cetus, they were immediately on the defensive. 

Their expression wasn’t telling of much but their apparent fascination with the creature that had made itself known. 

“ What in all unholy creations… “ 

The other’s words caused the Cetus to halt suddenly in his tracks. His sopping wet hide glistened in the vague starlight and whatever light the half-moon shed onto Bruce’s surroundings. Talons like meathooks dug into the muddy bank anxiously, and his bearlike forearms tensed, readying to flee if the human tried anything. 

And yet… this human had only spoke. Spoken, and nothing else. Through the thin mist of air and vapor settling on the river bank, Bruce could just vaguely feel the other’s heartbeat through his electroreceptors; it posed a steady, quick rhythm, which while faster than normal appeared to be rushed not by unadulterated terror but… something else? 

Bruce’s beady blue eyes settled upon the human’s face of vacant brow and piercing eyes, and his tilted his head, still uncertain of the human’s intentions. After many moments of hesitation, he opened his mouth. And decided to speak. 

“You speak.”

Once again, their infliction dictated more curiosity than anything bad, hence they began to approach the creature, hand outstretched in his direction. The way the beast shone in the moonlight was infatuating to Val, and they wanted nothing more than to feel him. 

                                   ( my wounds heal over with STEEL )

                                        ( my bones mend into STONE )

                             strike me, again, and your hand will  b r e a k

                             ( my body is no longer only flesh and blood ) 

Decided to make something for Eddie Gluskin when he was murdering women. 

My headcannon: 

Curiosity overwhelmed the Cetus’ sense of self-preservation, and he slipped away from the cover of the river, slowly approaching the figure. 

Their attention was drawn by the sound of an approach, keen hearing trained for any noise that could be a threat. Although it didn’t show in their demeanour when they took a slow turn to face the Cetus, they were immediately on the defensive. 

Their expression wasn’t telling of much but their apparent fascination with the creature that had made itself known. 

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