Antithesis

[Quatral]

 
This was nuts.
 
Completely unprecedented...
 
The old Denfather hadn't been given a reason to awaken before 10am since he'd been in the company of a particularly energetic Teraphim woman.
 
Not until of course, the news reached him at his bedside, prompting reading glasses to be donned...
 

 

"She's what? You're sure she's one of mine?

 

Fuck, that's kinda cold though."

 

- Athelaide Naysien 

 

In spite of the alarming news, he takes his bastard daughter's declaration with a hint of pride, deciding that only through violent discourse would the Ebonblooded survive its own inadequacies. So forth was an air of legitimacy granted to the schizophrenia of Iona's intentions in the aging ebon-horned drakanite's assent.

 

Was violence the answer? Yes, always. Without a doubt.