[birth] descendants of mine
With the coming of his beautiful children the male had softened ever so slightly. An idle grin graced the phantom's pink lips as he watched his offspring snooze away. His tail flicked every now and again ad Thys would glance in his direction. Despite their toxic relationship he had grew to really appreciate how strong of a being she was. The serpentine was a fine mother and perhaps the reason they fought so violently was that their strengths were matched with one another. Two stubborn rams going head to head to be at the top. Yet, in those moments they were equal. Something neither of them would likely ever admit.
A call moved into their warm den and the beats instantly perked up. His optics quickly glanced over the pups to ensure they remained asleep. The call came from Leera and it breathed of urgency. It was time for the ashen babe's motherhood to take full force. Quickly Thys moved from her resting spot to address him first. A demand coming from her mutant lips and instantly his lip curled into a sneer. But, the male reeled his feelings back in as he understood her needs. Leera was a good friend of Nephthys and likely would be for moons to come. She helped a lot with their own birthing and it would only be polite to attend her own. After all the babe was birthing the prince and princesses of Erovrare. A simple nod would be his only response to Thys' command.
After finding Eulogy and tasking her to watch over the younglings the beast carried on towards the summons. Hannibal's dominance was lessened out of sheer respect for the purity of what he was going to witness. This was Leera and Tyr's moment and he wouldn't dare take away from that. Thus, as he arrived the male held his head low and maintained a respectable distance from the offspring. The instincts of the parents would likely have kicked in and a sturdy male coming close to their newborn pups would not be too pleasant. Hannibal offered Tyranis a gruff dip of the head and a gentle smile towards Leera. His eyes then swept over the royal spawn to take in their tiny forms. Five healthy pups. A large litter with the promise of strength and prosperity. Hannibal was happy with his three but it was always nice to hope for more. He wished for at least one of his offspring to bring him honor and rule one day, thus the more pups the more chances for greatness.
The albino sat with his tail tucked around his paws ever so slightly. He silently watched Nephthys exchange sweet nothings with Leera with a neutral gaze. The beast seemed to be in a neutral state while taking in the beautiful moment. "Congratulations." His husky tones moved through the air with ease as he spoke to both of them. "May they bring you pride and joy." Which they shall.