Blackfeather Woods my sun and stars

Another one, pale unlike his siblings walked out of the den and curled himself next to his mother. Damien's eyes were trying to follow the moves of each pup, but there were simply too many. So they settled on their mother, allowing that small ones to play with, stare at, or ignore him, while he paid attention to Nemesis' voice.

Atshen, Keelut, Abraxas. Those names would probably need to be reminded to him later, but for now the dark prince liked them. They would need to get a Daedra name later, one that marked them as Blackfeather Woods' property, but that would come when their personalities developed.

Astrid. Like Nemesis', Damien's eyes followed the little girl as she charged at his paw. But they came up fast like bullets when Nemesis revealed her purpose for her daughter. Damien's heart stopped for a moment and he looked down again, not sure how to react, how to respond. Astrid was such a little girl, such a useless thing still. It would be years until Damien could even attempt to plant his seed in her, and currently the mere thought of it brought a chill down his spine. That was when she reached him, when her cold nose touched his paw. Her size didn't overmatch his own paw's for much.

"Uhm-" he struggled to respond, but kept still, now wanting Nemesis to think he was rejecting her daughter through body language. "I... Are you sure about this?" he asked, uttering the only words his shocked brain could manage to form.