Razor smiled as he looked upon his son and the fox. He figured a story wouldn't be too bad. It wasn't like he could really deny such a simple and easy request for his son. His eyes closed as he thought. He had to think of something that would teach his son a lesson, but at the same time be enough to peak his interest.
After a moment he opened them and smiled again as he watched his boy. "Have I ever told you about the first demon oracle?" It was an honest question. He wanted to see if his boy had heard the story yet or not. Or better yet if he had told him or if the boy had read about it. Either way it was a story worth telling. It never hurt to retell. "If not I have other options, but I think you'd link to hear where we came from as well."
He watched him. His boy looked similar to him and his mom. It was an odd combination for sure, but the boy carried the colors well and that was what matter. He looked very well put together. He could tell the boy would grow to be big and strong. He wondered how tall the boy would be in the end. A small smile. He doubted it'd be as tall as the oldest... but then again... the oldest was a bane even to him. A monster. ... A curse. He was also the perfect weapon..son, but the worst heir to be born. One that he sent often to the other leaders to bother them. Especially those he knew to falter under the Reaper.
After a moment he opened them and smiled again as he watched his boy. "Have I ever told you about the first demon oracle?" It was an honest question. He wanted to see if his boy had heard the story yet or not. Or better yet if he had told him or if the boy had read about it. Either way it was a story worth telling. It never hurt to retell. "If not I have other options, but I think you'd link to hear where we came from as well."
He watched him. His boy looked similar to him and his mom. It was an odd combination for sure, but the boy carried the colors well and that was what matter. He looked very well put together. He could tell the boy would grow to be big and strong. He wondered how tall the boy would be in the end. A small smile. He doubted it'd be as tall as the oldest... but then again... the oldest was a bane even to him. A monster. ... A curse. He was also the perfect weapon..son, but the worst heir to be born. One that he sent often to the other leaders to bother them. Especially those he knew to falter under the Reaper.
