Welcome to Gaia! ::

The nursery room looked more like an insect's nest than a room for a child. The walls were covered in a black, carapace like material that arched from the floor to the ceiling. They were covered in ridges and looked perfect for climbing on (Or for something to hide in) The walls also seemed to affect the atmosphere of the room, and the floor had a perpetual, light mist that hovered over it. It was fairly dark except for the one window that hadn't been covered by the carapace, and a few glowing luminescent segments on the walls.

The cradle seemed to be build of stained glass, illiuminated with the light that filted in through the one window. THe hues changed with each little change of the sky outside, mimicing it like an insect's camoflauge defense. The blankets within, however, were different. They seemed to be spun by spiders, layers upon layers of small webs pressed together, side stiched even, to form the large blanket that laid along the soft matt meant for the babe. Small toys were littered across the room, some from the Jaus's bored shopping and others that she had sat down aind made, thinking that her child would enjoy them. One in particular stood out though..It was small, the fabric soft and almost resembling scales. It was a tiny tyranid, very much like Adam in several ways. He sat in the cradle, wrapped up in the blanket while he waited on his new little master to come and claim him.

The door opened again and quickly shut, then Adam uncloaked and dropped from the ceiling, wiping the last traces of blood from around his mouth.
"It was a fine hunt. We are always pleasantly surprised how fast humans can run when they realize they are prey. And we took a bottle this time." He produced a blood-filled baby bottle from his coat, then used his tail to lift Gene up and into his outstretched claw.
"Learn to love this taste Genesis. Now feed."
It was an awkward image...a large humanoid insect feeding the smaller larvae with a baby bottle.

Adam watched his spawn with pride, and wondered what kind of genetic traits he had actually inherited. Would he be just as poisonous? Would he be able to cloak? Maybe he could spit acid...
Adam noticed the small doll and blinked at the resemblance it had to himself.
He turned and looked to Jaus.
"Did you make this? It looks...like us."
He saw how his son clung to it and wondered if it was love for his son he was feeling...

"Im glad he seems to like me so much...maybe he wont try to eat me when he grows up."
Adam then held his offspring upside down and inspected him.
"What organ would allow us to burp him? Tyranids don't usually burp.." Adam attempted a few pokes and prods but had no results. He held out the chirping larvae to Jaus.

"So we pat its back...and that activates the burping organ. We see." Adam nodded thoughtfully.
"So when do you think he will be ready for a hunt? We need to teach him how to be as deadly as possible."
He leaned in towards his son smiling.
"Who's gonna kill lots of humans? YOU ARE! Yes you are!" He then degenerated into hissing and clicking as he playfully prodded his son.

"Very nimble...he could end up being more agile than us." Adam looked frustrated with the idea of Genesis being genetically superior than him but the thought disappeared when he saw Gene on his shoulder.
"You like spending time with your father? We shall take you hunting as soon as you grow big enough! The streets will run red with THE BLOOD OF OUR PREY!" Adam started scratching the back of Gene's head with his tail before turning back to Jaus.
"We are glad most everyone has taken well to Genesis. Hopefully he will get along with them as well..." Adam's thoughts wandered to how he and Lace might interact. Or the maid, he shuddered.

Adam let Gene crawl around on him for a while before finally grabbing him and cradling him in his arms, he then set the larvae in the crib and used his cicada-like buzzing to try and lull his son to sleep.

"We try our best. We want only the best for Genesis." Adam laid down next to the crib and stretched. "We need a nap though. We will stay by Genesis in case he wakes and needs something." He gave his son a sidelong glance and then laid his head back, drifting off into sleep.