His eyes drifted toward the tents with herd banners and my, Déodat was behind the times it seemed. That’s what he got for spending most of his time alone and patrolling, especially when he had two daughters to keep an eye on. That was still a difficult concept to grasp, being a father. Nonetheless, he would do his best to be there for his children. And in the current case it meant most likely keeping them from plummeting off the side of this island.
The Blood Prince walked slowly scanning the beautiful scenery around him. The gods knew how to go all out. Odette toddled along at his side turning her head about to get a solid view with her good eye. Slowly she was adjusting to only having partial sight. Odette was learning to rely more upon scent than sight. A quality Déodat knew would only benefit her as she grew and she began to feed herself(which she already was beginning to by catching small mice and such).
“I still don’t comprehend where the fuck we are,” Déodat said aloud to his bonded as he scanned about hoping to spot another individual.
[Open to anyone. Just getting back into the swing of things.]
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Bears the name of "Battle Born"