if i can live through this
Broad paws struck against the beaten earth, arid conditions drying the skin of dark nostrils. The soft roll of pebbles down the incline devolved into the gentle splash of large paws. The creek was minuscule, but it was good enough. The gentle spray against their belly was a balm in the hot, dry weather. Anamalech had been so kind as to point them in the direction of their siblings, who were mostly holed up in this area. The stale, nearly faded scent of their half sister and her recent birth had drawn them into the area. It would be nice to see some little rugrats roaming around, just like home. κι ο μπαμπάς του έρχεται και του φέρνει κάτιτι κουλουράκια στο χαρτί.
Παλαμάκια παίξετε
Παλαμάκια, παλαμάκια The titan crooned, haunting baritones echoing against the canyon walls. It was an old lullaby, in their native tongue. Languages and vocals were Kaine's speciality, so it only served that they would be quite the handsome singer. Gaios was not an overly affectionate man, but he had loved his children. When he wasn't busy being as intimidating as possible, he had, once in a blue moon, sang a lullaby to his babes. |