There be Babies!
Just as Neryn is about to leave Vhelos' home, it seems that all that noise woke up two little secrets the elder Warbred has been hiding. Little nymphs, very curious and very young. For Vhelos, it's like a cold shock, a moment of nervous anxiety; for Neryn ... he's just confused.
Warbred nymphs belong to the King, after all; they are taken as eggs to be trained into new soldiers. Even those from unexpected pairings could end up being useful, after all. Vhelos is very much not supposed to have them.
Much to Neryn's surprise, Vhelos' stoic nature falls away, his head low and antennae tucked against his horns. His face and posture show real emotion. Perhaps even fear? The fear of losing his children. The elder begs Neryn not to report them, because they are the only thing he has left from his dead mate. That he hadn't even known they were on the way until Artaxus, the legendary Battle Trainer, was already reported as dead to a Rebellion skirmish. Vhelos had his doubts; such a legendary warrior couldn't have gone down to lowly Rebellion fighters.. could he? But the fact remained the Trainer was gone. He knows they should be sent away to be trained, but he knows he'd likely not see them again, would not be able to watch them grow up... Wouldn't be able to be their parent. And he doesn't want to lose them.
Neryn has a moment of conflict. Between his own morals, and his loyalty to the King. But seeing the innocent nymphs staring up at him and seeing the look on Vhelos' face finishes making the decision... and he promises to keep the elder's secret. Vhelos is surprised and thankful, and even invites Neryn to come back and visit sometimes, and lets him interact with the little nymphs whenever he wants. It seems like the elder, who is cold and snarly towards everybody else, has grown a soft spot for this younger soldier, and is very grateful to him for not revealing what he is hiding.
Warbred species belongs to me, the world, Enterra, that they are set in belongs to me, Hollow Knight, the inspiration behind it belongs to Team Cherry
Warbred nymphs belong to the King, after all; they are taken as eggs to be trained into new soldiers. Even those from unexpected pairings could end up being useful, after all. Vhelos is very much not supposed to have them.
Much to Neryn's surprise, Vhelos' stoic nature falls away, his head low and antennae tucked against his horns. His face and posture show real emotion. Perhaps even fear? The fear of losing his children. The elder begs Neryn not to report them, because they are the only thing he has left from his dead mate. That he hadn't even known they were on the way until Artaxus, the legendary Battle Trainer, was already reported as dead to a Rebellion skirmish. Vhelos had his doubts; such a legendary warrior couldn't have gone down to lowly Rebellion fighters.. could he? But the fact remained the Trainer was gone. He knows they should be sent away to be trained, but he knows he'd likely not see them again, would not be able to watch them grow up... Wouldn't be able to be their parent. And he doesn't want to lose them.
Neryn has a moment of conflict. Between his own morals, and his loyalty to the King. But seeing the innocent nymphs staring up at him and seeing the look on Vhelos' face finishes making the decision... and he promises to keep the elder's secret. Vhelos is surprised and thankful, and even invites Neryn to come back and visit sometimes, and lets him interact with the little nymphs whenever he wants. It seems like the elder, who is cold and snarly towards everybody else, has grown a soft spot for this younger soldier, and is very grateful to him for not revealing what he is hiding.
Warbred species belongs to me, the world, Enterra, that they are set in belongs to me, Hollow Knight, the inspiration behind it belongs to Team Cherry
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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File Size 2.42 MB
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