The men that she’d come from weren’t the most reliable of creatures. They were a little explosive, a little… well, they were time bombs. Makism had a murderous temper and a part of him that was so against change… well, Maks could have changed in an instant. Quinn was simply different. Odd. Strange. He’d had a chemical imbalance in his brain that drove him to sleep with his brother when they were younger. Love of a brotherly variety was something that Tarquin was never a stranger to. It was something else entirely when he was on top of the man. Hush… she didn’t know a lot about Hush, but something about the girl’s mother had to have been an equalizing factor. Please, dear lord, let there be an equalizing factor.
Cersei had requested she move, so the girl easily made her way to the next nearest large rock. It was a light movement, soft on her feet. At least the girl had some graces to her, despite looking underfed. There was a wagging to her tail, eyes playing on the creature’s face. She’d moved, and then she’d waited. Yes, wagging tail, gentle gaze—the Russian dancer could do that. “Delya.” The girl said it the way daddy did, heavy in the Russian accent and lilting slightly. Dad had the lilt, daddy had the heavy accent… right. They were a weird color.
“Yeah… um… watch carefully.” the girl didn’t know how to teach, but she’d surely learn soon enough. The creature exaggerated as she rocked back on her haunches and sprang forward, reaching out to grab the next boulder and cling to the rocky surface, landing lightly on her feet. “You’ve got to have a good build up, okay? Like, really good, gather yourself up and just… sproing.” The Russian dancer’s eyes glimmered for a long moment, glinting lowly as she turned and waited for Cersei to meet her on the next slab.
delya
hound’s
tarquin x makism x hush
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