Oh. Sorry About The Muzzle.

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.

He Beat Back The Greeks And Reclaimed Rome For Our People. Indeed, He Was The One Who Destroyed The Macedonian Threat And Who Single-handedly Annihilated The Greatest Greek General Who Had Ever Lived. Kyrian Of Thrace.” Real Hatred Gleamed In His Eyes, But She Wasn’t Sure Who It Was Meant For. His Grandfather Or Kyrian. “you Mean Kyrian Hunter?” She Asked. “the Guy With The Minivan Who Lives A Few Blocks Over?” Valerius’s Eyes Sparked At That. “he’s Driving A Minivan?” There Was No Mistaking The Humor In His Tone.

The Simi Is Environmentally Sound. Eat Everything Except For Hooves

I'm Sorry. (valerius) It's Okay. We All Have Scars. I'm Just Lucky Most Of Mine Are On The Outside. (tabitha)

I Am The God Apostolos. The Harbinger Of Telikos. The Final Fate Of All. Beloved Son Of Apollymi The Great Destroyer. My Will Makes The Will Of The Universe. [apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]