Do It For Him

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In the night, a ghoul's job was to recuperate, and heal. Their main purpose to the clergy being servants. Nothing else nothing more.

Omega had mixed feelings, being that he had to worry about the small fire ghoul he'd opted to help raise to be a band ghoul, along with Water and Air.

He glanced down at the small figure beside him, kneading his fingers through the soft feathers that every ghoul kit grew from birth. Soon enough they'd shed, and allow more room for the horns to grow, and the natural spikes a normal fire ghoul would possess would make their way in like new teeth.

Speaking of new teeth, the fire ghoul had been teething. He definitely enjoyed Omega's fingers as a treat, along with his favorite pairs of clothes, or even the bed frame (which he wasn't too delighted about once the room was covered in wood chippings).

Omega sighed gently, and lifted the small ghoul up from his laying position on the bed. "You're a little mess, aren't you?"

The fire ghoul let out a series of squeals, not even speaking a real language at this point. Omega had to help him with that.

Alpha glowered at the larger ghoul, but wriggled out of his grasp and falling gracefully on the floor, flicking the spade of his tail and turning toward the door.

Omega stood, grabbing the small cloth bag he carried the young fire ghoul in. "Alright, the hallway it is.."