Oh, I'm sure she was quite pleased with how shocked she left me at her less than innocent words. Of course, this is nothing to be taken seriously, merely banter between two new friends, or at least I would like to call Llorana a friend. Her sapphire eyes glow and I can't help but admire them. Of course, I admire my own bright blues, courtesy of one of my fathers, I think. I would know if I ever saw one of them. Funny to have two biological dads. Eh, but no one has a mother like Queens. No one except me and my siblings, of course. I have heard that I have older siblings from an older litter. I wonder what they're like or if I'll get to meet them some day. Like a big old happy family reunion. Yeah, that sounds nothing like my family, but one can wish. My touch does exactly what I had hoped, both catching Llorana off guard and getting her to show some weakness in replacement of her newfound confidence.

She starts squirming, letting me know that she definitely has the sense of feeling still left in her body. It's amusing, really. Yet she won't look away. It's odd to see her wriggling yet unable to look away. I know I'm not that mesmerizing or anything of the sort. The look in her eyes is more determination than anything else, but determined to do what? Stare me to death? I feel like laughing but I don't want to pull away from my goal. For a moment, something like pain flickers in her expression, just enough to make me hesitate in my adventure on her skin. My eyes widen slightly in a "what's wrong" sort of way before she makes an odd sound, somewhere between a cough and a whimper. I don't understand it at all, ears flicking forward in curiosity. Finally she does pull her gaze away and all of a sudden, I feel empty without her pretty sapphire eyes looking at me. Of course, I'm too young to feel love or butterflies or anything of the sort, yet I do feel a deep connection with the petite wolf above me and knowing that something's amiss with her makes me feel sick inside.

As she looks away, her body fails her, pulling from the position on top of me until she lies sprawled out beside me. I don't immediately jump to my paws in a "ha!" kind of way. No, rather I'm more concerned with what's going on with her so I lie there, shifting into a more comfortable position in which to view her. I could be the annoying little brat of a child right now, prodding her with my nose and asking "what's wrong?" over and over again till her head hurts and she has to revert to a more aggressive palate of interaction, but no, that's not my personality. Instead, I lie dormant, full attention on the ivory female beside me. If anything, I shift a little closer so that our furs intermingle, an intimate "I'm here for you" sort of way like friends do. At least, it feels like something a friend would do to me. Growing up, when something happened to hurt or upset me or one of my siblings, our way of getting comfort was by closeness. We huddled up together to feel better just as we cuddled up clse to Queens at birth to feel the comfort of her body heat. It's just something we do.

I wait patiently, bright blues trained on her until she finally turns her own sapphire gaze back in my direction. I had expected her to apologize for her sudden change in mood or something, but no, she surprises me again by her random question. I stare at her like a deeer caught in the head lights before the thought occurs to me to answer. Shrugging my already broadening shoulders, my scarlet lips tug into a smirk.

I get it from my parents. Have you ever met someone who has three parents? Well, now you have. I have the blood of not two, but three wolves running in my veins. Therefore, I got a mixture of their colors. Pretty neat, huh?

My voice is sly and playful, like that of a friend whispering their darkest secret. My eyes sparkle, already forgetting the concern of what was wrong with her just a few seconds ago. Curse my youth and impatient memory bank. Of course, that's probably just what she wanted: the perfect distraction.


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Nikandros:the birth certificate says
male:the space between the hind legs reveal
pup:height and weight requirement
scarlet, white, black, and brown:the painting on the fur
blue:the gaze that pierces you
quiet, calculating, solitary:the agenda for the day
QueensxXxArcadianxXxSidorio:the family tree
DarQ:the puppeteer