It had never been a secret that the Nightwalker had always savored one particular trait in all of his women above all else – strength. He had loved Lyric’s unapologetic dominance, had been drawn in by Nocturnal’s fabled notoriety and to this day he was still lulled faithfully against Yael’s side, reborn in her raw power. And so it was only a fitting thing that the daughter of Scorch came to the black king. And even in his ignorance of her lineage, he had felt the craving to rear her as his own.
It is that same power the makes him swell with a soft pride as the tethers of her telekinesis tousle his coat, sending a warm ripple across his raven-black flesh. “I love you too, little smoke girl,” he says, feeling none of the unease he had felt in showing affection to his offspring in his younger years – children were meant to be bolstered and encouraged, put upon a pedestal by expectant and praising parents.
When her brow furrows and she speaks of not enjoying the company of the other desert foals, he isn’t surprised, “No,” he says, peering down at her fondly, “I wouldn’t think that you would.” Power preyed upon souls in two ways, pushing some away and pulling others closer. Souls like his would come to her like moths to flame while others would shy away like scolded dogs. Her next comment causes a great rumbling chuckle to spill past his lips at her pleasure in being obedient. “Of course you are no wuss, there are no fragile links in our chain,” he says, nudging her cheek with his velvet mouth.
He had spoken to Kratos about the girl before his departure for the war so when she says she has yet to meet any of them, a single tufted ear twitches with irritation. But his displeasure doesn’t weigh on the grin that sits on his lips, instead he asks, “would you like to go to the sea today?”
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vanquish
black king of the deserts
OOC - Sorry this took so long! They are legit adorable and he loves his floof.