11-16-2020, 12:47 AM
Betimi gives the couple some distance, she has never heard of such bonds, burt it does not seem like something that would benefit from her radiating Focalor's presence. Some sort of mating-courtship process, she surmised. She understood the urge for progeny, she had her babies, the brood leech in particular would eventually need to find a womb. As had so many before it in the breeding pits.
This time it would be her baby, and not be taken from her.. like.. no that was Focalor. She need not mourn her babies, many of them would have survived, some even become powerful beings unto themselves. She idly reaches into her hood to scratch her newest baby just under the eyeball where it likes it, allowing it to rub affectionately against her fingers.
This time it would be her baby, and not be taken from her.. like.. no that was Focalor. She need not mourn her babies, many of them would have survived, some even become powerful beings unto themselves. She idly reaches into her hood to scratch her newest baby just under the eyeball where it likes it, allowing it to rub affectionately against her fingers.