“Callista, come eat.” Onyx called to the tiny kit contentedly stacking blocks.
“Okay.”
She heard the
sounds of the nimble kit climb onto her chair and start lapping juice
from her wide saucer cup. Still need to master drinking from a
glass, plenty of time to practice in the fahrar. Onyx thought
to herself. She heard the door opening. Scent told her it was
Centurion Bloodblade, unfortunately, her blind eyes couldn't show her
the deep scowl marring his face as he examined his own
daughter.
“Starting tomorrow, your services are no longer
required, Onyx. I'll be taking over training.”
((First story I've written up of Callista's early cubhood with Onyx
before her father took over 'raising' her. Callista doesn't remember
this time since she was quite young during it.))
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