New Thangs

His firey gaze would linger as she walked around. Tracing the curves of her body as she filled out. She was almost ready. Almost. Surely Abaddon wouldn’t mind since Ultyr was the god-prince, slated to be the high holy God King of Archnemes. Any bastards he sired would just be that. Bastards, slaves, servants, soldiers. He had plans for the progeny between himself and Abaddon. He would sanctify Abaddon, and they would rule together, he decreed it. His kitten was nothing more than a walking womb to him. Though she had very useful skills, he knew he had her wrapped around his paw like a good little devotee.

She was nothing but his father’s leftovers, but also the last leftovers of his fathers he could cling to.

He had grown frustrated with their travels. He was nigh done letter her lead him about. She couldn’t track worth shit despite her penchant for geography and maps.

He saw her little spin. He narrowed his eyes to watch her skitter onward following a smell. He trailed after her.

They came upon some hot spring pools. Was this what grabbed her sense of smell? A muscle twitched around his eye.