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08-31-2012, 06:41 PM
"You are?" d'Artagnan bit back a sarcastic comment and reminded himself that this was his son, demi-god or not, and he was only very young. Somewhere, deep inside and locked up with steely chains, the short tempered Doctor found something he thought rather profound. Patience. A key attribute to any parent and the more d'Artagnan came to terms with it the more fear crept up on him and a plan formed. All I need is... Kou. Perfect. The red thought about all the times she had found the patience to calm him down in moments of confrontation. When it motor mouth had run a little too far in its own cleverness. Although the problem still remained of how he was going to explain the little colts simple existence to the pale femme who was to be his foster mother. "Yes boy. Don't ask obvious questions." Boy? Startled d'Artagnan realized his son needed a name. Now this really was a challenge for the Doctor. The only names that frequently ran through his mind were names for plants that were poisonous. Not really suitable for a son of the Moon. Turning back, he gave the lad a once over hoping something about his appearance would stand out. Nothing. Your mother should be dealing with this. Not that d'Artagnan was going to go marching up to the Moon to have a domestic conversation about boy names. He thought about his own name for a moment but that proved even more difficult. Annoyed, he raised his maw to the wind and called out for his Nurse. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. d'Artagnan turned back to his son and softened his expression a little, "this must be strange for you. No need to worry though, you have the strength of the Moon within you." |
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