Originally Posted by Sini
Oh, a new family member ... Sceleritas will hate it hahaha. Poor tiny Scelerias, his fruit crate bed is now also the cat's litter box hahaha

"I think we need to clarify something here... Cat" the Dark Urge's voice became a lot deeper and there was a monstrous gurgling sound as an undertone. The index finger of her right hand became the Slayer's claw. The claw gleamed a deep black in the morning sun and one would think the room had filled with the stench of old rotting flesh. "It's just one of my claws...cat. The Lord loves it when I touch him gently with it." She gently strokes the cat behind the ear, and it immediately begins to purr and stretch towards her. Suddenly the claw slides down to the cat's neck and the Durge's face darkens. "But I also kill very quickly with it and believe me cat, you never want to see the body that belongs to this claw. So ... be a good cat and hunt a few little things. Never sit on my chest again or come too close to my face with your flea-infested fur."

Full of respect, the cat quickly jumps down from her chest, runs to the Lord and nestles against his legs. "Isn't the cat a cute new pet, darling?" He picks it up and puts it on his arm. "Not a horrible thing like Sceleritas. I still don't understand why you keep him?"

Sceleritas seems to be listening at the door and says loudly "I don't understand why you keep the white curls either. I can't say enough about how good Lord Gortash would look next to you."

The cat hisses, Lord Astarion opens the door and says "Come on, catch him" and the cat jumps away and almost at the same time the sounds of fighting can be heard. Lord Astarion closes the door and smiles. "Do I smell the scent of rotting flesh here?"

The new family member's attempt to establish his own rules has failed, but Sceleritas is having more problems. wink The cute new pet is always ready to jump into a fight and use all his claws and teeth to protect his beloved master (or to let the delicious-smelling Lord Vampire with soft fingers and exquisite manicure scratch himself behind the ear, as an added bonus after satisfying his own predatory pugnacious tendencies). In any case, the cat has found himself a fascinating hobby. kitty

Cute new pet:

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- Yes, I feel it too... Did Scеleritas eat a lot of beans? - A little bat flew in through the open window, made a few circles around the room and landed next to his mom on the pillow. - If anything, it wasn't me, I didn't summon ghouls. Not at home. And no ghouls. And I didn't summon any. And the priest of Kelemvor is in the graveyard yelling for nothing because she's hysterical. The city council's personnel policy leaves a lot to be desired... And where's my owlbear-shaped backpack?

The bat turned into a boy, jumped off the bed, ran up to his father and clung to his camisole.

- Where's my backpack, Dad, haven't you seen it? - The child's big ruby eyes, with their trembling lashes and tears ready to spill, looked straight into Astarion's soul.

- Kid, no, I haven't seen it, I'll buy you a new one... - Astarion stroked his heir's head confusedly. - What about the graveyard and the priest of Kelemvor?

- You didn't see... - Astarion Jr. was clearly no longer interested in the fate of the city's graveyard, the notes of real drama could be heard in his sad voice.

- Mommy, I lost my backpack!!! - The little boy ran up to Dark Urge, the expression on his cute face reflecting all the sorrows of this mortal world. - Lost it!!! Where's my backpack?! I don't want a new one, I want the old one!!!

The child's loud cry drowned out the screams of the fighting cat and Sceleritas outside the door. Astarion clutched his head. Seconds later, the clinking of shattering glass, falling paintings, deafening furious meowing, and Sceleritas' swearing yet distracted the heir from his grief. He looked curiously at the door, interest displayed on his face, he took a step towards the door, but... “My son, you must learn to prioritize, you can't have everything at once...” Astarion Jr. remembered what his daddy had told him when he had tried to simultaneously climb onto his daddy's throne a week ago, stuff his mouth full of candy and brag about how his fangs had grown. He took in a breath of air, stomped his feet, and drew the attention from the disaster outside the door to himself.

- My backpack!!! Where is it?! I don't want it!!! I want it!!! Mom, find it!!! Daddy, buy it!!! I don't want the old one, I want the new one! No, no, no, no, I want the old one!!!! A backpack!!! Owlbear! It's mine! Where is it?!

The smell of rotting flesh in the room was no longer a problem. It was the last thing the young parents were interested in at that moment.

Originally Posted by Sini
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Mmmm, Astarion has such a cute fun and playful look... astarioncool

Last edited by Marielle; 10/02/25 01:50 PM.
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