Sera walks into the terra, 'er harks pinned to 'er skull as 'he takes in the new scents of the terra. 'He lets a low growl escape 'er librims as 'he halts a little behind Phantom, 'er pale gaze drifting critically over the landscape, from the blood tainted waters, the yellow near dead grasses growing in the charred obsidian soil, to the sky above 'er darkened with ashen grey clouds of incoming storms. 'He sneers, "I can live with this..." 'He hisses darkly in approval.

Nightshade walks in aside 'er mother, little nares flaring and orbs sweeping over the terra. 'He snarls and lips 'er dams belly, brusing 'er fangs on 'er pelt, roughing up its silken smoothness. "Is this our home mother?" 'He asks, sounding bored.

Sera nods gently, "'Tis I guess, me daughter." 'He hisses coldly in response, paying the flicka little more regard than that.

'e turned to them, 'is dark gaze lingering on 'is daughter longer as 'e studied them.
'Tis good to know ye approve.
'e hissed softly, still watching Nightshade.

Nightshade snuffs boredly at 'er dams barrel, and feels 'er sire's pools watching 'er, the hairs 'hind 'er harks prickling oddly. 'He turns 'er pallid grey green gaze to 'im, observing 'im lightly. 'He felt like saying 'What are ye looking at?' In 'er pure sassy attitude, but 'he decided against it. 'He instead takes a step foward with 'er fores, keeping 'er hinds planted, and extend 'er nape out towards 'im, 'er muzzle reaching curiously to 'im, nares flaring jyst so as 'he sniffs softly, taking in 'is familiar scent once again.

'E moved 'is mug towars 'er nape and snorted softly. 'e pulled oe of 'er tassels lightly then turned back to Seraphin, nipping 'er foretassel.

The small flicka whickers and steps into 'im, 'er svelte mug pressed into 'is barrel. 'He lips and nibbles at 'is pelt, roughing it up slightly as 'er young pearls brush over 'is canvas. 'He rests 'er dial on 'is blade, leaning closer to 'im as a bitter breeze races past, biting through 'er short coat.

Sera withdraws 'er cran slightly as 'is jaws clasp 'er forelock, and a playful smirk crosses 'er velveteens, 'er tapered ivories flashing from between 'er parted librims. 'He looks up at 'im, searching 'is orbs for any sign of emotion. 'He was still very unsure of 'im, and 'er movements around 'im were cautious and tentative as a mother's calm grows within 'er, 'er usual firey passion subduded for the time being. 'E did not wish 'is scorn upon 'er, in fact, 'he found that 'he was now seeking 'is approval and attention in spite of 'erself.

'e sniffed at Nightshade then looked back up at Seraphin proudly and for the first time realising apreactivly that the beautiful wrench was 'is and that the pretty bantle was theirs. 'e moved 'is mug foward towards 'ers.

Wary seductress hesitates for a moment, eyeing the powerful brute before allowing 'erself to extend 'er nape to touch 'is mug with 'ers. 'He exhales slowly then withdraws again, and lowers 'er tiara to nip 'er babe 'pon 'er chocolate rump.

Nightshade squeals and nips 'er dam back, a slight scowl 'pon 'er librims. 'He flicks 'er whip hautily and two beats from 'er mother's side, looking around the terra boredly. 'He turns to 'er sire, "Is there no-one 'ere to spar with Father?" 'He asks 'im, 'er features showing no emotion one way or the other.

'e nips 'er young boa and snorts
As of that, young one my knowlage is thin
'e replied, sweeping the terrain with black pools.