take my hand

The world came before him again as he was called upon, springing forth in a wish-wash of muted tones like watercolor on a blank canvas. Wind whirled through his fur and breath entered his lungs again as his eyes opened. He could feel Venoms presence as she reached out to him, and by her will he was manifested in a space suitable to them both. "My daughter," his essence echoed before his body had even yet formed. Its warmth sprang forward and collected into a mass, wrapping around itself into a sturdy, beating core- his heart, which only beat in this place. Bones and muscle and fur- in whatever form they took here- came together and at last he was whole again, standing and facing his now adult daughter. How she had grown and become such a strong young woman pained Archon slightly as he realized how much time had passed without him. Still, she called to him- her father. It made him proud, his form swelling as he took his first steps toward her, a warm smile on his maw.

"My Venom, what has you calling upon your old father this day?"