A small too welcoming smile curved along the young dragon's lips, watching calmly as his ancient father in what would be a guise of his true form walked in. It had been about two years since his father had vanished into his little fit from what Pan and the other Faerie did.
It had been nearly two years in which Devrim had fully taken over their home and Clan. Two years, even for a Dragon since he was young had done a lot of things and Devrim still held tightly to many truths that he kept well hidden.
He gazed at his father with that toying bit of smile, his predator gaze icy and locked in an inhumanly unmoving way. It was as if he could still taste the flesh of his father's even though, his species had changed.
Dev leaned forward in his chair, the tips of the long blond bangs of his own guise dangling.
"You've made it back," his voice sort of toyed as if for his father only his true inner self was showing. At that moment a small three year old looking child with black littered scales, wings, and the buds of two little horns, crawled out from behind Devrim, climbed up in his lap, and buried his head in his arms. "You won't touch me.. this is why."
Devrim curled his talon-fingers down along his child's spine. "You know exactly what I mean. "I am the Mother."
