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Posted on June 4, 2014 at 11:32:16 PM by underidge
Dark, dark! The Horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud. -Sophocles ENDERLY: What a fine spring day it was to wander the lands of Moladion but, alas, he did not wander. Enderly moved with a purpose. He had just the day before snuck into Naamah's grotto to find two children nursing from her since he missed the birth by a few hours. In a strange way he had begun to grow intense feelings for the plague bringer. She was a creature of such darkness and passion it only seemed fitting that he should desire her so. If only she did not have that other male creeping around her constantly pulling her back. The chase was half the fun, he supposed, but he would not be around forever as her constant companion without some sort of arrangements being made. In the end that decision was left solely upon the small females shoulders. This day he was on a mission to find Banshee for she too carried children born from his seed. He assumed so anyways but she too had been with another. There had never been any sort of real affection between him; he has simply felt the desire to procreate and she had been lonely. It was a perfect situation at the time. That is not to say that he did not enjoy the short stay with her but they were both aware that they simply didn't 'fit' together. Deep into Taviora he travels, uncaring of the pack wolves that mill about - what would they do? Throw him out on the cusp of his children's birth? He was an ally of Diveen and perhaps in extension that meant he was granted such rights for Taviora. Her scent is strong as is that of another male. They must have fallen in love or some such way but he does not begrudge Banshee or Attu. He was here to see his children. Enderly has no sense of great want or affection for the children he has made - he does this as a fathers duty. Maybe in time such seeds would plant within him and grow. The trail ends at the entrance of a den and Enderly pauses, the sunshine gleaming against his slick black coat and highlighting the silver hairs on his tail and cheeks. Slowly he peeks his head in and finds Banshee with the children pressed against her stomach - it is clear which children resemble him. And one is a boy. His first son and his second daughter. He grins now, his silver eyes turning to meet Banshee's. "Ah I have managed to miss two births by only a few short hours. They are fine children, Banshee. Have you any need of anything?" The world was a cold place compared to where he had come from but it didn't stay that way for long. The moment he is gripped between paws or jaws or whatever it is that pulls him up to the swollen nipples of his mother Underidge lets out a loud cry of angry protest. It is quickly squelched by the burning need in the space that has now become solid, his stomach, and instinct takes over so that his lips wrap around his dinner and begin to suckle warm milk straight into that chasm. Another figure lays next to his mother, he can feel her as he twists around gnashing down on his food source and twisting as more figures begin to wriggle next to his. It is unpleasant all this movement but the male does not relinquish his grasp; he lets his sister's bodies press against him with miniature growls rumbling around his chest before settling back in next to Sarabi, her small body sharing in his warmth. This is life. zero - male - alone - taviora - enderly x banshee
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