05-10-2016, 04:23 PM
you're metophorical gin and juice
so come on give me a taste
of what its like to be next to you
so come on give me a taste
of what its like to be next to you
If they vy for his attention he pretends not to notice, but notice he does- Kirin notices a great many things. Things about himself he notices a lot but he does a fair job of shielding his attention to detail when he wants to, surprised?
It took longer than he expected to track down a suitable mate for Kirke's first child, not because the girl was unworthy surely but quite the opposite. Kirin was a picky Father, wanting only the best for his best girls and if Potion had a King then Kirke would need something just as brilliant, if not more so.
The twisted magician was a shoe in, the moment the lavender leviathan spotted him he knew he was the one. All that was needed now was for Kirke to up the ante so to speak, to draw the fellow in and he suspected it wasn't difficult once the smell of the season settled on her haunches. In her success he was immensely proud, the months to follow were spent keeping track of the days, noting the size of his daughter's expanding belly. Any time now she would pop and he could not wait to see what she had made, stalking the purpled girl shamelessly.
On one such occasion he finds himself late to her side, spotting her bright hues in the hills and landing beside a damp colt. "A boy? You didn't call for me?" The first words to leave his lips are harsh perhaps, but maybe for their family this was normal behavior or even expected. For Kirin the tone was known and his hazel eyes boring holes in the child as he inspected him was far less concerning. She had done it, made something in the image of Khaos and his family and surely the iron God would be pleased.
"No matter, he is sound and the wings...those are my favorite you know? What is it you call him?" The inquiry is less demand now, his edgy tone leaving as he discovers his grandson is whole and not only whole but he is special, just like he hoped.
It took longer than he expected to track down a suitable mate for Kirke's first child, not because the girl was unworthy surely but quite the opposite. Kirin was a picky Father, wanting only the best for his best girls and if Potion had a King then Kirke would need something just as brilliant, if not more so.
The twisted magician was a shoe in, the moment the lavender leviathan spotted him he knew he was the one. All that was needed now was for Kirke to up the ante so to speak, to draw the fellow in and he suspected it wasn't difficult once the smell of the season settled on her haunches. In her success he was immensely proud, the months to follow were spent keeping track of the days, noting the size of his daughter's expanding belly. Any time now she would pop and he could not wait to see what she had made, stalking the purpled girl shamelessly.
On one such occasion he finds himself late to her side, spotting her bright hues in the hills and landing beside a damp colt. "A boy? You didn't call for me?" The first words to leave his lips are harsh perhaps, but maybe for their family this was normal behavior or even expected. For Kirin the tone was known and his hazel eyes boring holes in the child as he inspected him was far less concerning. She had done it, made something in the image of Khaos and his family and surely the iron God would be pleased.
"No matter, he is sound and the wings...those are my favorite you know? What is it you call him?" The inquiry is less demand now, his edgy tone leaving as he discovers his grandson is whole and not only whole but he is special, just like he hoped.
Kirin
son of Khaos
im sorry, kirin muse is thin atm