![]() ![]() “I love you too, my princess,” Melaeth said softly, closing his eyes to take in the moment that only took place twice a year. There was something about his scent, a musky sweet, coppery scent that made her feel safe and comfortable. Without hesitation, she leaned into his fur vest, wrapping her little arms around him. “Happy birthday, my beautiful princess,” he said. Turning back to Amaranth, Melaeth reached down to kiss his daughter’s head. “No one,” he said again, a little louder. I promise you, my princess, no one will ever harm you.” He smiled at her and then gazed up at the tree. The four Ratz with him drew weapons and began to tear the man apart before anyone walked into the alley. The Rat King retreated his hand and licked the blood off his fingers and nails. The beat slowed and the man gasped a few more times before he stopped moving altogether. “But you’re not dying fast enough.” The King punched the man a few times, then he dug his nails into the man’s chest, as if his nails alone could rip through his chest to grasp his failing heart. It’s quite satisfying.” The man continued to gasp, choking on blood. Just watching you take your last breaths. The Rat King stared at the dying man and he laughed softly. She saw the nails that extended into sharp points and she said, “And your hands look like claws.” She giggled a little, “Like minn’da.” They were rough, but slender and soft to handle. It was a simple request that Melaeth could attain to.Īmaranth’s eyes shifted down his neck and torso, looking at the tattoos and trying to decipher what lay beneath his fur vest. ![]() As long as he did not disclose who he was to the rest of the world, he could spend time with his daughter. That she had granted him permission to speak to Amaranth and spend time with her was a blessing. They had promised to stay away for Amaranth’s sake. That was as close as Lily would dare to be. ![]() ![]() He could see her silhouette, watching them closely, listening closely. He gazed up at a tree off in the distance. “I don’t think they will, my princess,” Melaeth said softly. “Will they ever go back to this color? Minn’da’s eyes are not so green.” “Everywhere.” The man couldn’t help but stare at the mad eyes that terrorized him at that moment. “Did you think you could hide from me? I have eyes everywhere, Gerald.” He smiled again with now blood-stained teeth. The man gasped for breath as the deranged elf’s brilliant green eyes stared at his brown eyes. “Really?” She smiled and reached up to touch his eye lids. “No, but your eyes are very similar to mine a long, long time ago.” Melaeth gazed into her green to light blue eyes. “We don’t have the same eyes,” she said softly. The little girl’s eyes shifted up his face, examining his features she had only heard in stories. “You owe me something.” The Ratz grabbed the man’s arms and legs and before he could beg for mercy, the elf leaned in and the sharpened teeth dug into the man’s neck, like little daggers tearing into his skin before a chunk of flesh was ripped off “It’s so good to see you again, Gerald,” the elf said. He turned to see a sharpened smile coming toward him. He had trapped himself and, desperate to find a way out, he tried to run to the side, but he saw grotesque humanoid things scowling at him from the sides. The man inched away against the wall as the tall elf approached him from the shadows. “Not to you.” The little girl canted her head to the side and gazed at her father curiously. Melaeth’s lips closed to cover his teeth, but the smile lingered. He smiled at the six year old girl and she gasped. He was more than happy to swoop her hand into his, lifting her hand to his lips as he gently placed a kiss upon her skin. “Yes.” Her small hand reached out and touched his hand. The red haired girl stared at Melaeth for a moment. “Minn’da always told me that you are a kind and loving man.” ![]()
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