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Telemon is in his realm, he is in his admin form, so he has both sets of wings, his robes, his hood, his feathered ears, his tail, and the shadow that covers his eyes. Telemon always wanted to look terrifying, because he doesn't want to be messed with

Telemon looks down and he sees 1x, his son, who is around 10 or 12 at this point, Telemon didn't want to admit it, but he had a sort of soft spot for 1x. Telemon smiles slightly as he speaks up

Telemon: "How do I look, young bird?"

1x1x1x1 looks up at Telemon, he smiles happily as his little yellow wings flap in excitement

1x: "So pretty, papa! How do I look?"

Telemon has a soft smile on his face as he pats 1x's head and ruffles his hair

[PRESENT]

Shedlesky/Telemon is in the cabin, the other survivors are down in the living room talking together, but Shedlesky is by himself in a different room, he had found 1x1x1x1's old wooden sword, and he felt a pan of upset as he stares at the wooden sword. He remembers what 1x1x1x1 asked him that day, and he speaks in a quiet and soft tone, so no one else could hear him

Shedlesky: "..Perfect.."