Phantom Hollow All decent predictions rhyme.

He could swear that the little voice coming from Venamis' chest was tingling his chest. It was exciting, thinking that this entire life form was the product of his very own flesh and blood, that he could claim the creature as his and that he meant so many things for their shared future.

Their little game took real form when Venamis responded to his encouraging nudges. He was wobbly and unstable, but even at his current stage of development Damien already felt like he knew who his successor in the more physical aspects of their lifestyle would be, and he had high hopes for his evolution.

His chest was Venamis' chosen target, which he aimed for with his little snout and curious toes. Thankfully he didn't yet have too long of a set of claws for he was insistent in his exploration of the white patch that adorned him. Damien wrapped his nech around the child, tossing him gently to a side to bury his nose on his belly to tickle him, and hopefully that would gain him some more of that heartwarming laughter.