10-28-2008, 10:19 PM
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It was peculiar to him that someone might think he was strong. He supposed, though, most children looked up to their father’s like that. Then again, he had never done the same with Damian. Then again, Damian had been dying long before he had been a father. Dying, but still alive enough to strike him. Still alive enough to fill his head with nonsense and remind him he was a terrible, awful child.
At the question, he looked up, puzzled. Following the motion, he reached up and pulled his hair in front of his face. Soot black tangled with his vision and he frowned. While his fur had indeed darkened considerably since he had been a boy, he had never expected to see black. “Maybe,” he offered, releasing his grip. “I figured you got it from my father.”
It was peculiar to him that someone might think he was strong. He supposed, though, most children looked up to their father’s like that. Then again, he had never done the same with Damian. Then again, Damian had been dying long before he had been a father. Dying, but still alive enough to strike him. Still alive enough to fill his head with nonsense and remind him he was a terrible, awful child.
At the question, he looked up, puzzled. Following the motion, he reached up and pulled his hair in front of his face. Soot black tangled with his vision and he frowned. While his fur had indeed darkened considerably since he had been a boy, he had never expected to see black. “Maybe,” he offered, releasing his grip. “I figured you got it from my father.”