Déodat was ready to leave behind these blasted tunnels and caves. He wanted them and the darkness to become a distant memory. The corruption that had eroded away at his soul didn’t weigh upon his shoulders like perhaps it did others. A sigh passed from his lips as he walked forward and headed toward the place he had hidden the egg. Mostly he wished to see that it was still there and no other had gotten their hands on it, after it all it was his. He had been the one to find it and the one to make sure it was kept out of harm’s way. All he wanted was to se what could come out of the egg, maybe it could be of some us to him or the Basin.

He shot a quick glance about the glowing room and when he noted no one seemed to be watching he walked toward the hiding place. The egg had been carefully tucked into the far left corner underneath one of the trees in a nest of moss. “Hello my little prize,” Déodat said with what could’ve perhaps been labeled as affectionate. Really he had grown fond of the little thing, and he hoped what came out wouldn’t disappoint him. The egg remained where he had placed it, so he simply went about with his business.

The stallion took his time munching on the moss along the ground and then trotted over to the waterfall to quench his thirst. After his stomach was full, and his mouth no longer dry he returned to the egg and looked down at it. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of a crack. Was it hatching? Or had he done something to disturb it? The entire time he had been satisfying his needs he had been keeping a careful eye upon the egg, so he knew that nothing had come near it.

Nearing the egg, he walked carefully and inspected it. The Blood Prince backed away when there was another crack appearing. Whatever was inside was hatching, and now all he could do was watch and wait to see what would come out. After several minutes the egg completely cracked, and out was no chicken or bird… It was a dog, not only that it was a female dog. Wait, how did he know that it was female? There seemed to be a whole other consciousness lingering in the back of his mind, and it slowly dawned on him that perhaps that egg held a companion. He thought back to Imogen, the kitsune that trailed behind Lena. Déodat perhaps wouldn’t mind such a creature, as long as she made herself useful.

“Odette,” He whispered, giving the pup a name. The Blood Prince lowered himself to the ground so then he was laying beside the white babe. Odette yelped and cried, which he assumed was a good thing. The little rat was covered in ooze from the egg, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, he then licked the white thing clean. A foul taste filled his mouth and he snorted. “You’re lucky you little bitch that you’re bonded to me otherwise I’d let you rot.” That was about as affectionate as the brute could get really. “Time to go though, we’ll gather you up some food.” Déodat stood up and then picked the pup up with his mouth and dropped her onto his shoulder. “Hold on.” He said, positive that she couldn’t understand.

It didn’t take long for the Blood Prince to find a sufficient meal for his mutt and once she finally ceased her crying he continued on, seeking out a place of solitude to be alone with his little bitch. Perhaps it would be good to bond with the little thing, after all, they were two halves of one soul now. The call of a familiar voice broke over the silence between the mutt and master. His eyes perked forward slightly at the sound of the familiar voice. It appeared he would finally be reuniting with his long lost herd.

Déodat trotted, being careful that Odette remained nestled carefully between his shoulders and wasn’t falling off. When the Reaper came into sight, the Blood Prince felt a form of relief. The Basin hadn’t fallen, a reassuring sight. “It’s good to see you’re alright Lord Deimos.” He said with a dip of his head as he came to a stop. Odette gave out a yelp and she poked her small head out from under his mane. The pup was still barely a day old, thus blind as a bat, but perhaps she sensed the familiarity of the figure before him. It would be strange no longer having the sanctity of his mind. Now it was a shared space.

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