Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match

Typhon's own deeply-rooted sense of self doubt was what prompted him to speak up. It was less so that he knew where Malleus was headed with this conversation, and more that he was truly desperate to know that he was ready and willing to do whatever the Fallen God needed. If he had a purpose, or a role in this family that he hadn't come to understand yet, he hoped Malleus would lay it out plainly for him. His breath hitched slightly in his throat as his nephew began to speak, insisting he had a role in the Abraxas family getting back on track with their old ways. Uncertain where this conversation was headed, he nodded and listened, feeling slight panic rising within his chest.

They needed to focus on the next generation, he said. To extend the reach of the Abraxas, not only by conquering but by bringing forth children to train and to teach their ways. However, what he hadn't anticipated was that Malleus would encourage him to pursue Zinnia for this very reason. The thought caught him off-guard, and his facial features twisted slightly in confusion. While he knew carrying on the family legacy meant breeding with mortals, something felt strange about the concept now - perhaps he just hadn't thought of it for very long. But... Malleus was right. Zinnia had been accepted by Ashiel, and had proven to be loyal. Her faith was of less certainty to him, but true beliefs mattered much less than outward shows of respect to their culture, didn't they? He pursed his lips as he considered this. "I know nothing of fatherhood," he admitted after thinking over it for a long moment. "I'm not sure..." Though he wouldn't admit it to Malleus, he was unsure whether he would follow in his own father's harsh ways. To cast aside a child of his own, merely because they were flawed... what if he was faced with a similar choice?

The memories were painful, and he merely grimaced as he mulled it over. No, he would do what had to be done, and if he found himself at a crossroads with a particular choice in regards to his future children he knew he had plenty of wolves to lean on for guidance. "I'd be honored," he decided finally, accepting this task presented to him with humility, and letting his muzzle briefly dip to the earth. "I do believe Zinnia is fond of me, and perhaps feels as though she owes me for rescuing her." His own feelings were less important, but he was reminded of the way her presence made his stomach twist in a vaguely uncomfortable way. He enjoyed her company, and that - coupled with these newfound visions, and Malleus's direction - was enough for him. "It might take me... some time, but I doubt I'll have trouble courting her." Typhon didn't know the first thing about such matters; he had spent most of his life thus far avoiding distractions, and now everything seemed to be taking an abrupt turn. Children? The thought made him feel faint, though at the same time he felt a weird excitement bubbling in his chest.