Carnival Of Rust
09-15-2014, 05:08 PM
Degenerate and unfortunately Cairos adoptee. Interesting way to introduce ones self. The name was foreign to her, but she didn't care enough to ask. Besides, his next statement was far more interesting. He wanted to play a father to his children. Her gaze would flicker to Maija, a brow lifting in question. She had noted the difference in her scent, but she would have preferred a heads up, the last thing she wanted was a pack full of insolent children. Looking back at Neo, she would respond. "I don't offer asylum to fathers." Words held little emotion, it was simply a fact. She would pause, mulling over her words and her offer. "If you wish to a father of these children, then you will train as warrior along side everyone else." It was a small price to pay, but her real offer was on the tip of her tongue. "Children are entirely useless in war, so to make up for it, you will both stay here until the children are 2 years old, after that I don't care what you do." Her gaze would flicker to her golden temptress. This was her fault. Had she been truthful, then perhaps they could have overlooked this little transgression. But now she had tiny babbling mouths to defend and occupy needed space, so a price would have to paid. Looking between the expectant parents, she would wait for them to agree or disagree. But either way, her plaything would be staying. Whether or not she wanted to.
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