[birth] descendants of mine

“The truth is…” He started, looking at his squirming cubs rather than meeting the woman’s gaze. “These children mean more to me than you do, they mean more to me than myself.” His voice was low, his eyes soft as he watched his children. “Three boys!” He remarked inwardly and could see now that two of them in fact were both gigantic.

He lowered his head to groom the downy fur of the bleached male who raised his head with an inquiring whimper. “I will die fighting for them if I need to, because they are my blood and made from my flesh.” He said resolutely then fixed Leera with a pointed if not suspicious glare. “If you try to use them against me, or sacrifice them for your climb toward  glory I will tear your heart, still beating, from your chest.” The last words rolled from his lips in a low hiss a snarl tugging at the bridge of his nose as he looked down at the smaller woman.

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