That Crazy Old Hag

The silver king found himself liking the Leo kid more and more. He was a likeable and curious being, he was less annoying than Xan who felt as if the world revolved around him and around him only and demanded everyone's attention to only be on him. Leo was a gentle child and would most likely grow up to be a good listener, a counselor or caretaker. But then, what did Raziel knew of the kid? He had only known him for a short time, and he knew he shouldn't...what was the word...care for him so quickly. After all, it still smelled fishy. Who would dump a child by their borders unless they knew that someone would take him in?

If it was up to Raziel, he wouldn't even bond with the child, he would throw him into the wilderness and let nature take care of him. Obviously, the silver wouldn't do that now as he had grown to..um..love the child to an extent, but he would have done that if he was the one to see the boy by the borders instead of Scarlett. 

Lost in his thoughts, Raziel decided to go on a patrol. Pissing, scratching, those rhythmic and natural movements helped take his mind off things and he was daydreaming rather pleasantly until he saw an unfamiliar figure by the borders. Immediately, his hackles bristled and his posture changed from casual to openly hostile. He charged forward with fangs bared, a low, warning, guttural growl rumbling from his maw. She would back the fuck off or she would die.

Mercy did not come naturally to the Roman. Hell, it didn't come at all.