Real Bears Aren't Filled With Stuffing

While they went to work on the second bracers, Aresenn answered his question, after providing more information about the drying process. He made a mental note to set them somewhere safe, a place where they couldn’t be scavenged and would spend most of the day in the sunlight. He wanted them to dry out as quickly as possible, as he was curious about how useful they would be. He finished his second bracer a few minutes after the other boy. Leaning back to admire his work, the two must have looked like kids in a candy shop to unknowing eyes.

At the mention of a father, Apollyon’s image flashed inside of his mind. He wondered how things were back home, and how different his life would be, if he accepted the throne from his father instead of seeking out new territory. At the mention of raiding and taking what they wanted, a gleam of excitement and interest swept across his gaze, lips peeling back into a delighted smirk. “Raiding?” He stood up, striding closer to the boy to invade his personal space. “Do you kill them too?” His smirk grew wider, eyes lighting up with child-like wonder. “Fuck their women?” His tail swept slowly from side to side. “Enslave their pups?” He was almost laughing at this point. “I used to do that with my dad too.” The last bit he usually would have kept to himself. Not because he felt ashamed, or that the acts themselves were wrong. But because he preferred to stay illusive when it came to his upbringing. But given his enthusiasm for the subject, he couldn’t help himself. He was an impulsive creature, after all.


”Speech”