She almost seemed to hesitate, but allowed him to touch. Conor understood very little of this woman. Her general behaviour, her unique appearance, even the thoughts she seemed to possess. His lilac pools reached out for hers in a final acknowledgement that only eyes could grant. Then, very slowly and with extreme care, his hybrid limb stretched out to her belly and settled lightly on top of her swollen abdomen. The first thought that struck him was that it was warm, but this was of course the future mother’s own skin temperature, and had very little to do with the unborn souls that were developing inside of her. The Soul child held his breath in quiet awe, although he could feel nothing mysterious move under her fur and skin. Although he was in a young age where such things could be considered as something gross or weird, Conor felt something entirely different. There was life within her, and they would be born and grow up and become like he and the oddly marked female. Life, something that the females could create. It was odd. Conor knew little about sex and that this was a direct result of just that. He just knew that this woman was able to create something that he could not. Something that his father and mother should not have. He did not regret life, but he regretted that he had been born from two monsters.
His innocent eyes had now gazed upon her abdomen for almost a minute before they returned to her moonlit pools. ”You are lucky. They will grow up and become something beautiful.” There was no doubt in the boy’s mind that whatever rested inside her womb was completely pure and beautiful. He knew nothing of what had happened in the woman’s life, of what she thought rested within her. Conor knew though. She was their mother and they would be a part of her. For a moment he pondered if he should dive into jealousy and depression once again, but this was not a particularly tempting choice. There was no way that he could change who and what he was. His blood was that of the demonic Lilium and the expelled mad woman. Both of his parents were wicked, but Conor chose to believe that he was nothing like them. He had loved his mother dearly – still did, though it was nothing more than what was required in order to be grateful for having been given life. He was an orphan, though Alexey was his only parent. The pack would later become his ultimate strength, because they would be there for the boy when his biological family would not. ”I know they will..” he breathed out, wondering when they would be born.
Despite knowing, he felt no life under that temperate skin of hers. Reluctantly, he let his hand fall, and for a moment the boy only stared at that hand. Paw and hand, he had two different bodies. The boy did not notice, but with the main attention elsewhere, the body drew balance and strength from within and stabilized him instinctively as if he had been born to walk on two feet. ”I could not feel it, but I know it’s there.” he finally answered the woman, looking up at her and granting her one of his uncommon smiles. He was grateful. ”My name is Conor.” he suddenly revealed, uncertain if she knew who he was already. It had been Alexey’s house, and perhaps she knew that he was living there. Formality was a necessity nevertheless. He only wanted her to think good of him. ”Are you looking forward to become a mother?” the boy then wondered, words floating with an ease not common for those at his age. He always had been slightly different, quieter, than the rest of the young population of ‘Souls. He had grown up too quickly, though he wished for nothing more to reach adulthood and officially start to steer the direction of his own life.
The boy thought of his demonic father, of all that he wished not to become. It was already apparent that he was nothing like those that had created him, despite that the odds had worked against the Lilium’s true born litter. Genes did not control one’s life, and Conor was determined to prove his father wrong. He was not a failure.