Scabior's cruel features softened as he listened to the infant babbling unintelligible baby talk, one tiny paw reaching towards him, his little toes spread as he pawed at his father's arm. "Of course every day is a celebration," he said. "I 'ave you, Sela, the most beau'iful flower in these 'ere woods. I snatched your 'eart, an now we are a family, you, me an Chickenhound."
Rated: T - English - Family - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,569 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 7/31 - [Sela, Scabior] Chickenhound/Slagar the Cruel