11-04-2018, 08:10 PM
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Even if that meant leaving them.
He loved his children dearly, he always had. He wanted the best for them; a majority of the time, the best for them was to not be apart of their lives. Bub didn't want them to grow up to be like him. A wretched beast with blood on his paws, cursed to lead a life without happiness or love or anything good. As much as he hated it, he always left. That needed to change. The beast hated himself with a passion, but no longer would he allow that to bleed into his children.
Bubonicplague didn't acknowledge Frightfur. His ears only twitched back and forth as pawsteps echoed closer, and while the voice that mumbled out in disbelief was not one he recognized, he knew it was Sorbet. The demon's paws itched to move closer, pull him into a hug, utter how much he had missed him, but he held it down. The little hound drew closer despite it, spoke to him again; he felt frost on his leg and could hear the twinkling noise it made, and in return, a puff of smoke billowed out of the massive creature's jaws.
"Fuck it," Bub mumbled. A paw stretched out, awkward and hesitant at first, before he curled it around Sorbet and tugged his child into his mass of ebony fur. "Missed you." He had never been one to show affection in the presence of others; a point of pride for him, to keep up this facade of an emotionless, cold, heartless demon. While such was true in most aspects, he couldn't keep such things restrained when he was with those he loved. He loved his children dearly, and though he had not been there for Sorbet, he loved the little one and hoped their relationship was not too damaged from his absence. The only thing he could do now was to make amends, and with the both of them here, he had hope it would flow quickly. "Show me around the place, yeah? A lot's changed since I've been here."
Even if that meant leaving them.
He loved his children dearly, he always had. He wanted the best for them; a majority of the time, the best for them was to not be apart of their lives. Bub didn't want them to grow up to be like him. A wretched beast with blood on his paws, cursed to lead a life without happiness or love or anything good. As much as he hated it, he always left. That needed to change. The beast hated himself with a passion, but no longer would he allow that to bleed into his children.
Bubonicplague didn't acknowledge Frightfur. His ears only twitched back and forth as pawsteps echoed closer, and while the voice that mumbled out in disbelief was not one he recognized, he knew it was Sorbet. The demon's paws itched to move closer, pull him into a hug, utter how much he had missed him, but he held it down. The little hound drew closer despite it, spoke to him again; he felt frost on his leg and could hear the twinkling noise it made, and in return, a puff of smoke billowed out of the massive creature's jaws.
"Fuck it," Bub mumbled. A paw stretched out, awkward and hesitant at first, before he curled it around Sorbet and tugged his child into his mass of ebony fur. "Missed you." He had never been one to show affection in the presence of others; a point of pride for him, to keep up this facade of an emotionless, cold, heartless demon. While such was true in most aspects, he couldn't keep such things restrained when he was with those he loved. He loved his children dearly, and though he had not been there for Sorbet, he loved the little one and hoped their relationship was not too damaged from his absence. The only thing he could do now was to make amends, and with the both of them here, he had hope it would flow quickly. "Show me around the place, yeah? A lot's changed since I've been here."
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I AM THE END OF ALL THINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.
I HAVE SEEN THE FALL OF BABYLON.
I HAVE DRUNK THE BLOOD OF KINGS.