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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 9:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 12:21 am
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A second reflection joined Abstinence’s, a tall stag with fiery red locks that cascaded along his shoulders in waves. He stood calmly beside the Kiokote, as if he had always been there, watching and waiting, his glowing gaze unreadable.
It hadn’t been a long journey from where he had been resting, the call coming to him during a nap, and so he had risen and ambled unhurriedly until he found the Kiokote lost deep in thought. The prospect of impending fatherhood did tend to create a lot of introspection.
If the buck even knew about the oncoming brood, which required a little bit of questioning, rather than assuming..
“Tell me of what troubles you,” the stag said, and though his voice was gentle, it was a softly spoken command. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 10:25 pm
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He was surprised to see anyone else beside himself but remained composed, as startled as he was, by the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar kin.
The stranger;s red eyes drew him in. Even in the water's reflection the Kio, father to be, stood and stared in disbelief about how The Killing Moon was able to be born so beautifully proportioned.
And then the stranger spoke to him. He couldn't tell if he was speaking to him through closed lips or telepathically... “Well," he started out, observing the scales on his back, "you see.... I have never once committed myself to any doe before... but this lady.. her appearance... cold as death itself.. " he went on, doing a final check on himself afterwards, "..turned out to be the most gentle and serene being i have ever seen. She is going to bare my children..." he trailed off...
His eyes began to water and accumulate tears near the canthus... "And... I... am afraid...." he spoke on, almost in a whisper...
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 7:26 pm
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Water splashed against The Killing Moon’s leg and a shiver rolled through him but he never looked away from Abstinence, he continued to watch him with his keen gaze throughout the outburst until the Kiokote had quietened once more.
“And yet, these things that you fear, you cannot control. If they are born dead, then so be it, you move on. If they are missing a leg, you will care for them just the same as if they had all four. If they end up like you,” he laughed softly, “then at least you recognize your own flaws.”
His smile remained, a small thing, not entirely pleasant. “You forget that you are not alone. That though you know nothing, you also have their mother and there are many kin that would aid you. Nurturing children is not a great secret. You feed them, you protect them, you listen to them. Simply being there is enough. Stop being afraid. Stop making this about you.”
He dipped his head, hair sliding in waves along his neck. “If it helps, I will give you a blessing.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 7:32 pm
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"Right, right..." he responded, being reminded again that he can't control life of others. He really didn't want want to fall into this spiral of paranoia with so much worries. "Right... They will be however the motherfather wants them to be when born. I hope Frigid stays alive after giving birth. I've seen kin die when giving birth.. If that happens to her, that'd be a sad sad day..."
He had never diverted his eyes away from the legendary. "Yes.. I may have flaws but I always hide it behind my awesomeness," he went on, flashing him a cheesy grin.
Abstinence loved talking about himself but when he was told to stop putting himself on the spotlight, he realised that was a tough challenge. A challenge that requires all of his time for someone else. "I will devote my time to nurture whatever may come, I should make the moment more about them, about Frigid...about....family......"
Looking away and down into the puddle again, the kio remained silent for a long while as he stared at himself.
"You know..... I think I could use a blessing... And some advice... If you dont mind..." He lifted his head up and stared at The Killing Moon again. "I'm...going to be a father...." he told him, smiling proudly, while blinking away tears in his eyes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2017 5:46 am
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The buck perhaps wasn’t the ideal but there were worse fathers in the Swamp. At least the Kiokote’s heart was in the right place and if he spoke too often of himself, it was hardly that great of a sin. His children would at least know him and love him for all his quirks.
“Yes,” The Killing Moon said, almost gravely, “you are going to be a father.” He fell quiet, thinking on what advice to give, what blessing would be appropriate. He had not been a good father. The first clutch he had walked away from; the second he had tried his best with but he doubted he had been quite what was necessary.
Maybe one day he would try again.
“Your children will be healthy, humble and - hm, how about self-sufficient?” He offered as blessing, smiling softly. “As for advice. Be there. Do your best. Smile. Laugh with them. Watch over them. They will do the rest.” The Killing Moon dipped his head in a small bow. “Good luck.”
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