Noctisardor Bypass into dust first

going to go ahead and wrap this up since you're on a break and i've been terrible @ replying to this.

the laugh that draws from somewhere deep in the older boy's chest grates at pingasut, accented with an arrogant huff at the observation that he had 'cool moves'. i know, says the leveling stare of the subtly fire-kissed legionnaire. he considers the older boy's desire to walk with him; eyeing him with unbridled assessment. fine. pingasut finally caves, lifting his muzzle ever-so-slightly as the older boy approaches and offers a name. guard; weird but probably not any more weird than 'slug'. slug. pingasut. in the end, it doesn't matter what the other boy decides to call him: he ultimately answers to both as the divide between his parents on the naming of him ( and siblings ) is growing ever clearer to the boy.

come. he commands with all the air of an entitled prince, taking the lead on his little excursion though, as if trapped by an invisible tether he doesn't stray too far from the birthing den and when called back he goes without fuss, leaving the older boy to his devices.