Moonspear for sale. rock. never peed on.

The fierceness Hydra demonstrated upon the evil rock warrants a peal of laughter from her intrepid son. It is loud, childish and so very full of joy. He loved it when his mother showed her teeth against something other than him and let slip that savagery she commands so effortlessly. It wouldn't be too off the mark to say that that was one of his favorite things about her, honestly.

She's seen and endured the worst of all their teething, so she's not about to take his needle-like fangs lying down. Hydra gives him a look but the urge is strong within him, driving him with each step.

All it takes is one push to rethink this erroneous endeavor, foundering inaudibly. Oh. He thought himself sturdy enough to withstand Hydra's push. Guess not. But the likelihood of one day matching her weight — maybe even surpassing it — draws him to a stand.

All thoughts of munching mother dearest fly out the window when she belts around him with a spirited grumble, brandishing a stick. Atlas darts after her, seeking purchase upon one end of the stick. Maybe together they'll tear it apart. That's always fun.