A Face that could launch a thousand ships

Edmund flashed a fanged grin at the young man's question, his golden eyes glinting with an intense, hypnotic light as he stalked closer. The creep beneath his clawed feet pulsed and undulated, as if reacting to his every movement.

"Name's Edmund Zephyris, but you can call me Captain. I used to be a lieutenant in the Confederacy, 'fore I found my true calling with the Swarm." He drawled, his thick Texan accent sending a shiver down Reo's spine. "I'm lookin' for a young fella, 'bout your age. Dark hair, handsome as all hell. Goes by the name of... Reo."

Edmund's gaze raked over Reo's form, lingering on his face for a long moment before he continued. "He's a real pretty little thing, ain't he? Got a face that could launch a thousand ships, or so they say." He chuckled darkly, taking another step closer.

The hell if that's him... but there's a familiarity I can't quite place. He's gotta be close. I can feel it in my bones.

"And you, boyo... you wouldn't happen to know where I can find this here Reo fella, would ya? I've got me orders, see. The Overmind's got a real hard-on for gettin' that boy back. Says he's got a rare gift, a power inside him that could change the course of the war."

Edmund loomed over Reo, his wings flaring out behind him as he invaded the young man's personal space. His tail curled and uncurled behind him, the segmented barbs glinting in the flickering torchlight.

He's here... I can smell him on the breeze. The scent of home, of a life I once knew. He's gotta be close.