child-friendly? what's that?

To finally be outside of the den was more than a breath of fresh air, and quite literally at that. Eager to learn and explore, ears perked at his mothers call and he wasted to time getting to her. Whatever she wanted them for must have been important and he was determined to get there first.

Only he didn't get there first. One of his sisters had made it before him, earning her a brief glare as he approached before flashing an adorably charming smile to his mother. Second was the first to lose. He would make sure that he wouldn't lose next time.

Others gathered and soon they were diving in head first. Dracun listened intently, taking in his mothers words like a dry sponge exposed to water. Her scars fascinated him and although he had a basic understanding of them and how they were acquired, the feeling of wanting to create them himself burned strong inside him. The power one must have to create them, and the equal or even greater power one must have to survive them intrigued him. He only hoped that he could be strong like his mother one day, just like she hoped for them.

"Speech!"


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