The child’s ears listened intently as the deep voice of his father’s reached him. He couldn’t explain the feeling that haunted him whenever the familiar, rocky roof loomed above him. Nothing bad had ever really happened outside in the light, but he very much preferred what he was accustomed to. He knew that his desires would be to lurk through these tunnels when he turned older. His father told him that he was bound to the earth anyway, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t remain where he felt most comfortable. But his father’s voice shifted and changed, turning into a harsher language where his sire’s words knew no hesitation.
Words about the dark God still scared the young mind, but he no longer suffered from the mind numbing fear. Perhaps he had seen Tak’s silhouette dance against the walls opposite a torch within their underground home, but he had never been harmed. His black pelt spoke silently of the God that claimed him. Was it really that bad? If he belonged to the darkness anyway, why should he seek protections from anyone else? But the boy did not want answers for the questions he held, so his maroon stained lips remained sealed as he merely nodded. Even if he did not understand, he could at least pretend to.