We need to talk

He would be awoken from his slumber by the womanly tones of Abelinda, shifting warily amidst the sprawled bodies of his four growing children and their stirring mother. Carefully he would rise, crouching as he would so cautiously tip-toe between their milk-swollen cadavers, a gaze of pride cast to each of their perfected forms as he would crawl from the narrowed entrance of their den. Abelinda lingered outside, the man offering her a half-hearted smirk as coral lips would part to reveal a curled tongue; jaws stretching into a yawn which would rapidly escalate into a dramatic upwards stretch of his entire, pale chassis. He would sway upon the spot for a moment, rubies blinking blearily upon his blue sister as he would gradually wake, ?What ever would require you to interrupt your brothers sleep, little sapphire?? he chuckled weakly, of course his words not one if ill-intent.