01-05-2016, 01:45 PM
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
He never leaves them alone for long, though his visits have become less since he had made sure of her stay. At least with the Mother, his visited with his girls much more often, he made a point of it even. With that said, it left little room to be bothered with finding time to spend with the woman.
The little family seemed to take turns checking up on his little prize, their future toy. A pair of ruined wings later and Carys was much more cooperative. It was a shame to have disabled them, however they weren't needed, not for the trait to pass on. That was all he really needed, the genes, that lovely little code lurking within. It was more of a sport with her, a roll of a dice to determine the outcome. Always a surprise. It was nothing like the expectation he held with Nicia, the desire to pair their bodies and produce heirs. It wasn't a game there, yet still he needed his toys.
He's been rather impatient this time, doing his best to tick the days off in his head but with so much going on he can't be certain anymore. That's probably why he's arrived after the naming, though he doesn't know it yet. All he knows is that when he lands he finds their eldest with her mother, both looking over a pair of foals. Pair. Twins.
His broad smile is wretched, eyes hungry as he lands gracefully among the gathered. pulling up tall and puffy chested, beaming if he could ever do so over the dark babes. "Well, this is unexpected." He announces, lipping tenderly at Kirke's mane before looming over the newest product of his loins. "Here I just thought you had become considerably fatter than last time because you have no shame." He chides, regarding Carys with as much respect as a dung beetle.
"Let's see now, Kirke, what shall we call them?"He muses, speaking uncommonly fair to the child. It was obvious the position she held above her mother in his eyes.
The little family seemed to take turns checking up on his little prize, their future toy. A pair of ruined wings later and Carys was much more cooperative. It was a shame to have disabled them, however they weren't needed, not for the trait to pass on. That was all he really needed, the genes, that lovely little code lurking within. It was more of a sport with her, a roll of a dice to determine the outcome. Always a surprise. It was nothing like the expectation he held with Nicia, the desire to pair their bodies and produce heirs. It wasn't a game there, yet still he needed his toys.
He's been rather impatient this time, doing his best to tick the days off in his head but with so much going on he can't be certain anymore. That's probably why he's arrived after the naming, though he doesn't know it yet. All he knows is that when he lands he finds their eldest with her mother, both looking over a pair of foals. Pair. Twins.
His broad smile is wretched, eyes hungry as he lands gracefully among the gathered. pulling up tall and puffy chested, beaming if he could ever do so over the dark babes. "Well, this is unexpected." He announces, lipping tenderly at Kirke's mane before looming over the newest product of his loins. "Here I just thought you had become considerably fatter than last time because you have no shame." He chides, regarding Carys with as much respect as a dung beetle.
"Let's see now, Kirke, what shall we call them?"He muses, speaking uncommonly fair to the child. It was obvious the position she held above her mother in his eyes.
Kirin
son of Khaos
