edit: Herp a derp, was I supposed to reply here? O_O 300+
A child’s heart hummed lightly beneath warm coal, wallowing in the silent thrill of anticipation. It had not taken the boy long to understand the purpose that brought all three litter siblings together with their parents. It was the father that rose to take the lead of the scene, and eyes of moss had risen to the large figure in soundless awe as he had started his tale. It was a difficult thing to imprison his excitement, but amounts of it leaked out into a night kissed tail and sent it bouncing up and down against the stone floor. The Khalif. The boy felt words form on his tongue, and gently bit down on it in response; for none should disturb the story teller.
It was a different story, though some had already been revealed by his father earlier, and only once did Pandemic’s dusty green gaze stray from his father’s impressive form. When his father spoke of the Goddess of Light, his orange gaze had moved with intention, and the black child’s eyes had moved with it all the way to his pale sister. The child’s mind would continue to loop this that he believed he had learned about his sibling, but focus had to shift, for his father had not finished his tale yet. The Goddess, Rah’khir, could remind of his other sister, and he believed he understood everything better then, open excitement pouring out into his face, for only two had been mentioned. But then his father’s voice changed, falling low and deep, bringing puppy ears flat against black skull.
The thick collar of fur embracing chest and neck rose; sparkling with the vivid sensation of a deeper fear. A stiffness settled within him and lasted as his father completed his tale. It was now realization struck, and his father's previous words were suddenly dark and dangerous. Would anything ever be the same after this? Mineral green glare fell down to the child’s own, puffed-up chest, black in colour, and he knew he absolutely did not like this story. Pan’s gaze narrowed into thin slits of a faint, glittering sea, and he turned from his speaking parent and stormed over to the silent one in pursuit of safety he knew to be found in his mother’s warmth.
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