oh um...hi dad?

The Warlord howled for little Ophelia, knowing it was well past time he checked up on his round daughter. What he didn’t expect was the state he would find her in. He watched with slowly growing horror as Ophelia appeared before him. Blood and mud in her coat, cheeks as round as her belly. This creature came from him? This creature was the little Ophelia he had cuddled as a babe?

“...Ophelia” he said, taking a breath. Oh boy. He wanted to knock her on her round belly and roll her to a bath so bad it itched under his skin. It itched so bad he could feel his skin rippling as he held in the desire. “...Ophelia.” he said again, trying to throw his thoughts back on track. No. No, this would not do at all. “I wanted to see how you were doing, I wanted to hear what you’ve been up to, and what training you might be looking for.” he explained. Not right now, perhaps not even today. He wouldn’t drag her by her ears to a bath, and then chase her about the pack until she puked. Today was about pathing roads, not burning them. But it hurt, it hurt to look at what she had become, and see how he had failed her.


"Sirius Fatalis"