[birth] descendants of mine
Fiery orange lenses fell upon the half albino man as he entered within their friend den. A sparkle, a glow seemed to flash through her gaze as she watched him and then the spawns, memories of her own birth flashes through her mind, washed over her like the sea and each wave reminded her of the magical moment they had became parents. Though Hannibal might now know, his enthusiasm and happined in such moments did not pass the autumn babe as he may think. Oh no, she was there to witness the softest of sides she had encountered within the phantom and even if their relationship was like pawns on a chess table, they did had one thing in common and that was they valued blood and family over anything else. Tyranis words came like swords towards her most beloved female companions, it made the egyptian silk hair thread slong the babe neck to bristled and stand like ice. She was not in the least delighted by the man display of arrogance. There was a significant difference between the High Lord and Hannibal when it came to such delicate issues and it seems that Leera was speaking the truth when she drew the short stick in their relationship, if one may call it so. Her tea cup paw stepped between the parents, a quick forced smile was drew on her beautiful visage, one that she practiced well in such strained social enconters. I do believe it is time for Leera to rest, hm. her weight shifted in order to lean forward and wipe her plush, coral tongue upon her dearest friend, careful enough not to touch the spawns fore she knew only the mother had the right to lay her scent marks on the precious bunch of fur. I am afraid that your...energy will disturb the spawns, my Lord. she voiced, her vocals as melodious, politeness strained her harmonious tones and it laced with toxicity. |
