The Incubus felt at ease with his life, laying with whoever he chose. No longer a Prince of his old pack, and free to do whatever he wanted. It was liberating. Echo however, his dear sister, had seemed to not like the new adjustment. She was tired of the same old thing he had thought, and even worse she was in danger at the old pack. He saved her. Or maybe she wanted to be some play thing to the disgusting pig soldiers.
He didn't care. He was to be a father, and even better he had learned the soon to be mother of his whelps was none other than the forbidden bastard of his Kings. It made him feel smug when he saw the King, hiding such a thing. Of course he would never tell who the mother was, that could get him into trouble. Her mother was Beartooths ex after all, and a prisoner once upon a time. Supposedly that was the face of the woman he caught a glimpse of in passing when he first went into Tarben. Now he faced losing his sister, and fear made him think he would be exiled himself. Echo was a woman of beauty, something Tarben valued. Now she was running? He couldn't let that happen, so he trailed her. But as he reached the bottom of the mountain, a flash blinded him and sent him tumbling.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"I confess I'm a mess, some kind of error."
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