Mtafutaj'duhushi, prince of the graveyard was having a marvelous day. His black, white and purple tuft was held high as she tortted through the graveyard. Though it was nothing but death, there was going to be life among all the bones. His little lives. the purple prince never thought he could actually walk on air until those words came from Amleth's mouth. All those times they shared together were going to strengthen the pride. The swirling, dizzy feeling never quite went away through the night. even his dreams were graced by the thoughts of his children. His rounds slipped from his mind with every step closer to the old family den where his father normally resided.

Green eyes bright and alert, the purple male seemed to dance along the ground as he twisted and turned as he walked. Duhushi was just too overjoyed to care if anyone saw even his father. Hell, he was his son anyway. He had a nature for being happy...

"Father? I have something to tell you." His voice was high and sweet. Definately not normal in all accounts. "Father?"