voodoo child

He was strong, he knew he was. For the first two years of his life, he had been following his mother. She was a strong fighter, but she was not a male. No matter how many kings she defeated nor how many thrones she sat upon, she would always be a female, vulnerable to the whispers of a man. It had been a few days since he followed the silver male. Lavender eyes shone with mischief as he balanced himself upon silent paws. She had taught him how to do this, how to follow without being seen. Even if his pelt was of the purest white, he could hide and not be seen. At least, that was the goal. Eros rolled back on his pads, preventing the clicking of his nail on the hard stone. For a moment, he let his lavender eyes slip past the man who had sired him. Icarus. He knew of him, he spoke to him a few times since he was a child, but it was not he who raised him. Mother and father created him out of the neediness of the moment. They had even spared once, but there was always a passion that laid underneath their fights.

Ears flickered as he turned back to the silvery form of his father. He had stopped, his red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Eros mentally shook his head. He was overrated. Perhaps he was not the selfish demon he was set out to be, but at the same time. Icarus was an unknown entity, an entity that Eros wanted to explore further. After all, Icarus was as much a part of him a his mother. Ironic how he didn't look like either parent who was cloaked in silvery pelts. He was russet and tan with small areas of black and lavender eyes. His mother was sunshine and the sea and his father was... well, he didn't know what he was. Eros paused near a ridged incline in the stones. If he wanted, his lithe form could jump it and be higher than his father, but there were too many variables for that to happen. A loose rock could tumble to the ground and clatter or perhaps Icarus would see a flash of his beige fur. Eros seen a flash of white. Teeth. A small smirk grace his lips as his father's husky voice broke the silent of the night.

"It's impolite to follow someone. Or did your mother never teach you that?" He still had some training to do. Eros stood where he was, half in the shadows and roughly ten feet away from his father downwind. "She taught me many things, but most were of higher importance than that." Like how not to be caught. Tail waved behind him in irritation with himself. He was better than that. For a moment he had allowed his guard to drop and that was when he was vulnerable...just like his mother. Pink tongue slowly slid across the outside of his teeth as he stared as his father. "It seem you haven't changed, father. What brings you all the way out here?"



"speech"