I wanna be like you-u-u

Ever since the raid Asmodeus had a fire in his belly for battle, an eagerness to be able to stand beside his uncle and father and defend this glorious home. It beat the Deluge in every single way and the pup was not sure if he'd ever stop being thankful for him, his sister and his mother being allowed to stay. Like everything else he loved (naps, snacks, and most recently bees) it was something to be protected. As an Abraxas he'd need to learn to be strong and mighty, but as a Nightingale he'd need to learn to be soft and gentle. It was difficult, and Deus was currently able to be found practicing that balance upon a poor squirrel that had trapped itself under a fallen branch.

His mother wouldn't want him to hurt it, that much the boy knew. So instead he settled for practicing his stalking, perfecting his pounce. Each time he'd fall short of the creature - earning a frightened squeak from it, but not harming it in any way - and then back up and try it again. In the end he intended on freeing it, of course. Never again did he want to earn such a disappointed frown from Riva like when he smushed the bees.



"Speech"