I Have Questions and You Have Answers

Without a beat of hesitation, his great-granddaughter passed through the liminal space of the Void and into his memory world, joining him in front of the crackling fire in the cave amidst a great storm. The warmth of the fire washed over the both of them, as real as the world beyond this purgatory, and the smell of woodsmoke and the sound of snapping wood as real too. With Fever settling into his forepaws and against his chest, Moros regarded the little girl with a paternal smile, one that masked the darkness and depravity deep within his tainted soul and blackened mind. At his inquisition, Fever let loose a tirade of complaints about two girls he didn't know, lamenting how they didn't let her participate in their boy talk. Moros hid his expression well behind an empathetic smile, but inside he was sneering. Ugh, inane girl talk...

Meeting Fever's mismatched gaze with his own jet black jewels that shone like pits into oblivion, Moros gave a throaty chuckle as the girl asked him for information about boys. Almost in perfect time with his laughter, a roll of thunder shook the skies outside, lightning illuminating the mouth of the cave. How ironic... Fever would never know this was his memory of the night he had disposed of his eldest daughter's corpse after he'd finally broken her. To her, it would just be a cozy campfire discussion between the two of them. Would it thrill her or terrify her to know the truth? Ohh, the possibility made Moros quiver. "My dear sweet little scion, you are infinitely smarter than any other dumb girl, and a thousandfold more powerful than them too," he reassured Fe with a tender lick across her forehead, right between her growing horns. "But I will still teach you about boys. It's an important lesson for a growing girl to learn."

Sitting up a little straighter and crossing his paws so he kept Fever held snugly in his grasp, Moros considered the topic at hand and the questions she asked. "Boys are simple creatures, Evee. We are guided by our instincts over our emotions, making decisions and following impulses that bring us delight and make us feel good." The grin on Moros' face was an allusion to the double entendre of his words, but Fever would be too young to understand those sorts of impulses and instincts. "Girls are... more emotionally driven creatures. Where girls like when you're nice to them or bring them gifts to make them feel valued, boys take their value. It's why we like to fight, to compete, and to kill. It's in our instincts to show dominance and that we're the strongest and smartest against the other boys." Tilting his head to one side as he considered Fever's second request, he replied, "If you want to make a boy like you, you must show him why he should be interested in you. Show them your smarts, your beauty, your appeal. Make yourself worth him competing and killing other boys for. Believe me, we boys love the challenge and knowing a pretty girl is the prize on the other side is the best kind of motivator." Granted, Moros left out just what brutes did with faes after they'd killed off the other suitors to win the rights to breed with them, but detail, details. The girl would learn all of that in time.

"Moros"