Don’t Be Stupid, Katra. Never Speak In

The Strongest Of Metals Is Forged Under The Most Violent Of Conditions, My Lord. It Is Buried Deep In The Hottest Coals And Then Beat And Pounded Until It Is Bent Into Shaped. Then It Becomes The Strongest, Most Lethal Of Weapons. A Thing Of Absolute Beauty And Force

Sometimes We Don’t Realize How Destructive Our Creations Are Until It’s Too Late. And Sometimes Those Creations We Make Turn On Us And Seek Only To Kill Us Even Though We Loved And Succored Them. (apollo)

Acheron Kissed Her Lightly On The Cheek. "rest. We'll Be Back When He Needs You." He Watched Her Climb Into Bed Before He Took His Nephew Down To His Room. "well, It Appears To Be Just The Two Of Us, Little One. What Say You We Get Naked, Drunk And Find Us Some Wenches?" The Baby Actually Smiled Up At Him As If He Understood. Acheron Nodded. "so That's It, Eh? Barely A Month Old And You're Already Lecherous. You Are Your Father's Son.

You Know, Bud, I Don’t Know You From Adam, But That’s My Baby Sister You’re Hanging On To. So I’m Thinking The Wisest Course Of Action For You Is To Let Her Go And Introduce Yourself. Pronto. (rain)

All Right, Everyone. Fess Up. Who Just Shat In Their Pants? C’mon. Admit It. I Know I Did And I’m Wolf Enough To Own It.” – Sasha