Leo was quick to turn on command, rushing around the corner with Skylark and Sleipnir. Well, with Skylark because Sleipnir had practically flung himself off of Leo and towards his Daddy. Tears streaming down his face as he ran across the growing puddle of blood. His socks soaked completely deep blue as he hugged Edge. Wrapping his arms around the hydra, he shouted, "Daddy! Daddy! What's wrong?!" He shook his arm frantically, chocking on his cries and then his gaze fell down to the dank floor, discovering it's source as his eyes fell upon Path. The dead dragon's eyes staring up blankly and Sleipnir screamed loudly, "Father! Father!" He cried, pulling away from Edge. He shook Father's limp arm, trying to rouse him. His skin was stained blue from kneeling down in the blood and there smudges of blue along his face where he rubbed at his tears. "Father! Father! Wake up! Wake up!" He screamed shaking him, why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't father waking up? "Stop playing this joke! Father, wake up! Daddy's crying! Father wake up."

 The toddler's gaze flitted up to the crystal protruding out of his chest and he reached towardsvit, wanting to throw the offensive thing away. Then maybe Father would stop pretending and wake up..
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 Ferrum felt his body heat as the hydra approached him and he stared up into those eyes. Pupils wide blown, but rather than relax, he tightened his grip on the gun. He pressed the barrel against Charon's neck, growling, "Love, if you think you can relax me you've got another thing coming.." With that, he pushed Charon up against a wall, yanking his hands up above his head and keeping them there with one solid claw. The other grasped his gun, locked and loaded. The cool metallic barrel pressing against Charon's bare stomach as he pushed it under his shirt. His voice low and husky, he leaned forward to nip and whisper into his ear, "I wonder how good you are on your knees...."