The warmth of their palace made Hannibal feel something rather new. Never had he felt true love for the mother of his offspring. It added a new element to the entire process. He had always admired the strength a fae had to have to push out multiple pups and survive. But, the admiration he had for Deathbelle and her everlasting strength opened his eyes to what love could bring to a relationship. As he observed his three offspring he felt the same he had felt with his other children. It was the addition of his mater that made things feel right..

Hannibal rested behind Deathbelle with his belly to her back. He only desired to hold the woman and to offer his unyielding affection. Every now and again he'd nuzzle into her scruff. But, if she drifted off his attention would turn to the pups. Watching with complete joy glistening in his usually cold eyes. The small monochromatic bodies and their gentle mewls for attention.

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Deathbelle leaned back against Hannibal’s form, while she hadn’t felt like she’d caught back up on her sleep since they were born, at least she had Hanni’s help in caring for them. She was lucky to have him beside her, she knew his past relationships were nothing similar to what the two of them shared now. She felt safe, and even if she was still so tired, she was comfortable and happy beside him. A small smile played on her dark lips as they lay together enjoying the little family they made.

His gentle affections roused her from slumber, but she drifted in and out of bliss easily. These moments would be some she would cherish close to her heart. Especially when things inevitably became difficult again. She sighed softly as wakefulness took hold of her more tightly, the sounds of the newborns nursing contentedly and Hannibal’s soft touch. She didn’t move her head from his paws but she stirred lightly and pressed herself against him more tightly. ”How are you feeling, Dad?” Deathbelle asked dreamily, not even opening her lilac gaze.

Feeling his mater wake from her slumber caused a very gentle growl rumble from his throat. The movement of her spine against his belly made him squeeze her more. A paw possessively pressing against her ever so slightly. Hannibal stuck his muzzle into her scruff as his eyes watched their children nurse. Chimera was always bullying his siblings to get to their chosen teats. As if the ones for him weren't good enough. The piebald boy also seemed to bit down harder then needed, a feisty one. What concerned Hannibal was the boy's vision, or lack there of. It was something he and Belle would have to deal with as time went on. Hannibal's attention moved to Siren; the small albino female. Her fur was slightly longer then a normal pups and she was much more timid then her siblings. He felt for the babe when Chi chose to target her with those sharp puppy teeth. The Father was aware he'd have to separate the two as they got older. Incubus was rather content with his suckling, ignoring his other two siblings. The boy could be a pawfull when he got energy but he was pretty tame for the most part. The black pup reminded him of Banshee when she was their age.

Deathbelle's question distracted Hannibal of his thoughts. He nuzzled her a bit, "Proud." He spoke truthfully as a brow raised."More importantly how are you feeling, mom?"

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She was the most powerful woman in Boreas, and the feeling of being possessedexcited her. Hannibal held onto her gently, the feeling of his affectionate squeeze brought warmth to her heart. Deathbelle offered herself up to him wholly, and the results of that were curled tightly at her belly. She made him a real father this time, they would be together in raising this litter. She couldn’t imagine losing him like she had Archon.

Time seemed to stop as the new little family lay in privacy. These moments would be some that were brought up in times of conflict, a moment of hope and happiness to look back on when things got difficult. With the energy of her two boys things would certainly get difficult. Hannibal answered softly, pride in his words and pride in his heart for the tiny beams beneath his gaze.

”Tired. Forever tired.” She told him in a soft sigh as she wrapped her head around his neck and closed her eyes blissfully. ”They have quite the road in front of them.” Like her father before she had litters from two different parents. Part of her still mourned the fact that this was not Archon beside her, celebrating their second batch. The other part of her was grateful to have recovered from the loss of such a dream. She had the support of one that loved her, and they proved that life went on after loss.