ivory cage

Children unlocked something in the albino's cold heart that nothing else could. A softness and sincerity that was so pure not even he could taint it. Thus, of course he was curious of Circe's progression and well being. Even if it was only a litter made from duty and alliance they were still his precious royal spawn. Klein's were known for fertility and strong seed. Reproducing fine nobles to fill the Empire's ranks was important. The strong males would have to partner up with intelligent and beautiful females with good genes to produce perfection to take over when they would inevitably grow old. Some may be opposed to reproducing so willy nilly but so far he had chosen well. Nephthys was an Ithuriel Queen and strong as any Viper. Circe was intelligent and witty with a beautiful and dutiful body. Dutch was funny and from strong Norse roots.

As his eyes fell upon the pregnant babe a grin could be seen slipping across his greedy lips. Eyes flicked from her own gaze to the rounding belly. His tail flicked with joy as her scent seemed to give it away instantly. Hannibal's seed worked, again. Circe shared the same scent as Belle and Neph did during pregnancy. Her strong feminine vocals filled his ears and that grin quickly shifted into a cheeky smirk. "Why not both?" A heat filled his veins as the male stood to greet his baby momma. Hannibal attempted to press his muzzle into her alabaster neck fur and press against her in an embrace. They were not romantic initially but a gentle hug wouldn't hurt either of them. "How are you feeling?"

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