Glimpse of Childhood (Character Growth)

It was in the warm glow coming from the candles in his room in the den did he truly look at his child. She was everything he was and yet everything he was not. The same long black hair and purple eyes. Same bony wings that would twitch every now and again.He kept his eyes locked on her as he watched the little wings flap as she creeped her way over to him, her eyes locked on his matching ones. He didn’t know why he had kept her, out of spite of the old fox or just for kicks, he didn’t know. Too late now it would seem.The girl plopped down in front of him as she lost her balance on getting up, simply finding sitting much easier than standing before the tall being she called Father.He twitched his wings in amusement, bestowing a smirk upon the child as she kept an even gaze with him and bared her tiny fangs to him in her odd little mannerisms; one of her unique ways of greeting people.He cocked his head to the side and bared his much larger fangs back at her, stifling a chuckle at the way her eyes grew at seeing she was outnumbered in the dental set. Instead of backing off like she normally would, finding other ways to keep occupied than bug him, she came closer, much to his discomfort.She climbed her way on to his crossed legs and found support in his lap as she raised a hand to touch a pearly canine just as he moved his face closer and made a clacking noise as he snapped his mouth shut before she could get to his teeth.The child just laughed at him, believing him and everything around her included, to be a game invented just for her. He raised an eyebrow at the winged pest he called kin, never understanding her ways.He shifted her up closer so she rested against his chest and curled his lip up and over one canine for her to inspect.She looked into his eyes before drifting them southern to examine the pointed tooth exposed for her and poked at the sharp end, soon moving on to feel her own fangs. Though nowhere near dull, she was not happy with her results and made it clear as she pouted and pressed her nose against his, boring into his eyes with her’s as if he could solve her fang issue.He laughed. Grabbing her arms he set her back down in his lap, letting her use one of his arms for a back rest as she leaned into him. His right arm that was resting on the knee she wasn’t sitting on, she happily grabbed and put his hand against her face, nuzzling it affectionately. He shook his head at her, watching as she took joy out of simply being near him.Such a simple child. Just not such a simple life she was being raised in. Or the place she and others of their band of thieves called Home.He lost his train of thought when he felt a painful prick in his finger, looking down and seeing her in the act of one of her other forms of greetings. She shouldn’t be too unhappy with the sharpness of her fangs, as she exercised them quite frequently on him and others unfortunate enough to get close to her teeth (The fox still wouldn’t go near her after what she’d done to his tail).He moved his bitten hand and pulled free. He was starting to get used to her odd ways though, becoming less upset now that he realised that it was just part of her quirks. But it was to be expected, he thought, as the life she grew up in, she had to be tough enough. Able to handle the harsh world they lived in and avoid being killed. In turn her mannerisms were sharp and with warnings.She has to be… To be the sting, the bite, the kick in the ass to anyone who dared get in her way. He looked at her as he felt her moving around, shifting again.She just had to be. He refused to have a weak offspring, so he knew he had to push her forward and fight with fang and claw as well and as strongly as possible. It was what she needed to live to the fullest, regardless of how much she would dislike it as she grew up.She moved around and curled her body around his middle, her wings becoming limp as they were used as a blanket, keeping her warm from the chill of the underground. He sighed, his eyes looking aged in comparison of his young body. Perhaps, next to the bloodshed and violence, he pondered looking at her peaceful face pressed into the black fabric of his vest, this was what she needed as well.

Glimpse of Childhood (Character Growth)

Katz Karma

Joined October 2008

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A short snippet of Amaya’s childhood.

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