THE AFTERMATH
10-14-2013, 10:27 PM
Father. In the past he hadn't given the words the time of day, when broads would tell him of the fertility of his seed, he had dismissed them. The ivory wraith that he had so recently bestowed his time on, his seed on, was a whole different story, a different aspect. He didn't think that walking away from her was going to be as simple or as easy, not if he wanted to keep certain aspects of his character, and more so his favorite aspects, and did he intend to keep them. He had been blindsided by the wraith's demands, he would be a 'dad'? The call of the wretch, broke through the air summoning him, drawing him towards her with a groan. God, it was time. Time for the spiteful little spawn to be born into the world. Perhaps he should feel something towards the spawn, but alas, he didn't, rather than an absolute annoyance that they would impede so much into his life. He had kept his distance from the ivory wretch, but at the same time hadn't strayed from the region to far. Moving towards the sound, he stopped just out of sight letting out a deep sigh. Stepping into the sight of the ivory dame, he moved towards her, contempt obvious at her weakend state. Oh how simple it would be to snap her neck, and end his suffering before he began, but if he did that... He wouldn't get to watch her suffer. Decisions, decisions. "You called little temptress? You seem so... down, perhaps I can ease your pain?" Speech, |
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