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Here you enter into a lush semi tropical garden.. the for part has a long manicured lawn, lots of flower beds decoratively placed and hundreds of paths through sculpted grounds.. but this doesn't last for long.

Just beyond the manicured garden is a large expanse of untouched tropical forest. This is where the wilds, the strange and the exotic blathanna blooms are found.

Many blathanna have been known to appear here, yet others have been known to bring a mate here when courting.
The young tend to chase the wildlife here but are forbidden from going into the forest for fear they will get lost.

Chyou, bright-eyed and in a rather common, playful mood, stretched his back and waved his bushy tail to and fro. Jora, his guardian, eyed the autumn blath warily as he watched him prepare for what he was about to do. "You'd better not," he warned, glaring.

Chyou smirked. "You know I will," he said, as if it were a challenge he was accepting.

"Chyou, I'm warning you! DON--!" he growled, getting caught between two gold paws as he tried to flutter away. "CHYOU!!!" he yelled, trying to squirm free of his captor.

"Nyaaar!" the blath growled playfully, poking the guardian with his nose. His smile was wide and rather childish, but he didn't care. "Come on, Jora, you know you deserve it! You've been trying to embarrass me for weeks, and you're annoying on purpose! Don't try to deny it, I can tell!"

Jora stopped squirming long enough to gasp in mock shock. "Chyou, how could you say something like that? Me, your own guardian, trying to ruin your life? Never!" he stated matter-of-factly, trying to escape once more before Chyou could do anything further.

But he was too late. "Bah! You liar!" Chyou accused, biting at Jora's small wing lightly in a bluff. "I'mma EAT you for that!"

"Chyou!!!{/b]"

Out of a dark patch of forrest Fritz watched.. The young one was calling him.. not to keen on being summoned though.. even by family, Fritz sulked for a bit in the shadows.. it was sunny, bright.. and horrible weather.. Ugh.

Wearing a look of disgust he finally sauntered out of the shadows to his waiting son and grandson...

Fritz squinted at the sky but looked back at his half demonic son and grand-son. " Not the best of weather, not quite like our first meeting. But the call sounded urgent, I'll have to teach little Marei how to call me.." he said patting his grandson on teh back a bit and sending a teleckenetic wink his way "I tend to detest summons. Grates on my demonic nerves." he shifted " Is it possible to get you both to come to the shadows to tell me what you wished me to come here for? This sun is far to bright." he hunched his shoulders a bit then noticed four other blath near them.. three young adults and a near teen youth. His green eyes fixed on them for a dark moment then he looked back at his son and eyebrow raised.
"uh.. who are they?"

Slightly curious now but releved to return to the darker shadows Fritz strode back to the darker shade. Once there he streched his large wings once, the claws on the joins rakeing the air. " Ahhhhh, Much better"

A small sprite poped out from a dark hole in the trees and zoomed over to Fritz, Fiz wasn't happy to be left behind.

Once everyone was settled the big demonic blath looked his son in the eyes again, in the shade, his green ones almost glowed " Alright, we are all here and settled, so.. what is all this about?" His voice boomed a bit louder now he was back in his eliment.

Fritz was stony faced for a bit, He looked down at the stark white teen, a stark contrast to his near black fur, then glanced at the three other youths.. all his blood, he could smell it now.. faint but it was there. How very odd.

Things were sinking in slowly, a curiously perplexed look crept across the demons face "Sooo I'm a Grandfather now.." he shook his head. Some small laughter echoed from behind his wings and he glared at his sprite.

While one thing was comprehended another struck him, the question from Val, His son.. Had he felt bad about not raising him? uh.. demons were always bad.. feeling bad was natural.. but he did feel something.. regret, the missed chance to pass on some of his demonic heritage.. maybe it was hard to tell in the old demons head.

" Well..." he said eyeing the white youth before him.. were her eyes red? Nice demonic trait.. yes... " Val I've had to absorb this whole family thing slowly, not many demons have kids.. in fact very very few. Were not sure how to er.. to be parents let alone grandparents and such. But teaching youths to be there most demonic is one thing we know and losing the chance to teach you your inner demon, that's one thing I do wish I could have done. I think you would have done me proud, Son."

A serious look of confusion crossed his face "There's so many in my direct blood line now, I don't know how I'll keep up." He chuckled then and the ground seamed to rumble with his laugh. "But I don't understand.. I believe last time we met I expressed the same regret, that's about the best you will get out of me. Demons rarely feel many emotions, usually even regret is lost, helps to be numb when doing unpleasant things.. we are demons after all. So Why basically ask me that again?"

He looked at Val.. sensing something more to this.. the white one was sitting awfully close.. if she was not family he wouldn't have allowed it.

The look on Fritz face as his son finished his explanation and offer was a mix of disbelief, demonic glee, and confusion. The thought of taking a quarter blood demon and training/raising her in her hereditary ways was a gleeful thought. The fact his son wanted this and offered it to him confused him. A nubial impressionable youth to grow and twist to his ways! Did his son know what that mentioned?! Probably not.

He grinned and curled the other paw around his young grand daughter "Blanka, so you wish this? If you do I will happily take you with me but I need a small sacrifice from you. A drop of blood to bind you to me. Then you can come to my domain. Are you willing?"