01-12-2017, 03:30 PM
Now, Cur had no goddamn intention of taking on some sniveling little whelp. Daddy material he was most certainly not. And he sure as fuck wasn’t going to waste any of that fairy magic giving some squishy, snot-nosed brat a present she’d...hmm, pretty much worship him for. Well now that part was promising.
No, but kids were way too goddamn much work. He’d played that game with little Syrine, and it was far more fun to find them when they were old enough to have a little fun with. Not when they were useless little shit machines. She gave him some bullshit answer about how her dam should be back soon, but he could see the lie in her eyes. Fucking useless bitch had dumped her kid, hadn’t she? Well, not that he could blame her. Who wanted a kid around anyhow?
The magic stirred in his veins, reaching out toward the little furball, but he tamped it down. “That so?” he asked, looking around as if the green bitch who shat her out could be walking toward them at any moment instead of running as far as she could go. “Funny, I don’t see her. Nobody coming to claim you, huh, little girl? You got a name?”
The magic snarled and snapped and lashed out, ignoring his command to be-thefuck-have, and seized the girl and flowed into her, giving back what was damn well supposed to be his to give. Or not give. Stupid fucking fairy. Fine. “Here, these are for you,” he told her, acting like he’d done it on purpose. Because god damn, he might as well get credit for it. “I’m Kerberos, by the way. You can call me Cur if you like.”
No, but kids were way too goddamn much work. He’d played that game with little Syrine, and it was far more fun to find them when they were old enough to have a little fun with. Not when they were useless little shit machines. She gave him some bullshit answer about how her dam should be back soon, but he could see the lie in her eyes. Fucking useless bitch had dumped her kid, hadn’t she? Well, not that he could blame her. Who wanted a kid around anyhow?
The magic stirred in his veins, reaching out toward the little furball, but he tamped it down. “That so?” he asked, looking around as if the green bitch who shat her out could be walking toward them at any moment instead of running as far as she could go. “Funny, I don’t see her. Nobody coming to claim you, huh, little girl? You got a name?”
The magic snarled and snapped and lashed out, ignoring his command to be-thefuck-have, and seized the girl and flowed into her, giving back what was damn well supposed to be his to give. Or not give. Stupid fucking fairy. Fine. “Here, these are for you,” he told her, acting like he’d done it on purpose. Because god damn, he might as well get credit for it. “I’m Kerberos, by the way. You can call me Cur if you like.”