everything I let go
Surrounded by his father’s security, he swallowed down the initial panic, the confusion, the bewilderment. It took him more than an instant to sort through the semblances, what was his, what was this creature’s, blinking steadily at the fox, who seemed to simply do the same in return. Normal. Bonded. Companion. Erebos, to be worthy of something to this little thing. His heartbeat slowed to something restful, though his fingers still clenched around Deimos’ much larger arms, banked into the safety net of the Sword, peeking out over jackets and furs. “He’s mine,” he whispered, like something out of a young boy’s dream, once he figured out it wasn’t a nightmare after all.
The frost seemed to take a daring, bold step, muzzle coming outwards, snagging at scents. Erebos hadn’t opted for that brave route yet; mind still buzzing, listening. “A name? Um…,” and then he reached out, hand gently poised to softly stroke on top of the animal’s head. It stiffened, then seemed to enjoy it. “What’s that character in that story I liked the other night?”
The frost seemed to take a daring, bold step, muzzle coming outwards, snagging at scents. Erebos hadn’t opted for that brave route yet; mind still buzzing, listening. “A name? Um…,” and then he reached out, hand gently poised to softly stroke on top of the animal’s head. It stiffened, then seemed to enjoy it. “What’s that character in that story I liked the other night?”
Erebos
has claw marks on it
