Chapter 2: 6 Months Later
Wow, I still can’t really get used to living in a beastmen village.
...wait. Have I forgotten to explain this already?
No, well might as well tell the readers a few things.
The village is called White Paw Village. It mainly consists of, as I said earlier, beastmen but also some humans, elves, and dwarves.
About the raves, there are: humans (northern, southern, eastern, western); elves (forest, fairy, nymph, dark); beastmen (any animal/mixes of animals); dwarves (north, south, east, west).
In our village, there are beastmen, western and eastern humans, forest elves, and dwarves of the west.
I found out that I was a beastman when father sprouted black, leathery wings and mother started to grow bird wings that shone like amethyst. Hmm, so the skill [Black Amethyst Hair] probably came from mother. I’ll ask her sometime in the future.
My father looks like a typical asian on Earth. Probably because he’s a beastmen from the east. He had the famous asian black hair, with a young pretty face and a slim body with tight muscles. He has a certain charisma that makes him a good leader.
Basically he’s a bishounen. Yay, that means that I’ll look like him when I grow up.
Mother has violet hair and a pretty face that’s hard to determine her origin. She has a very modest body, but her main trait is her clumsy attitude.
For some reason when I see her interact with others, she plays the role of an ice queen beauty. That facade goes off whenever she tries to take care of me.
Grandma seems to be mother’s mother. She has gray hair with tints of blue. Surprisingly she looks quite young. Although she doesn’t look like she is as fit as others and the gray/blue hair of hers, I would think she was still in her 30’s.
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And me. Well I don’t have a mirror, but I can use my soul to “look” at my body. I am like any other cute baby with growing black hair that shines violet when the sun hits me.
Now, for these 6 months, I have been training to attempt what no baby should ever do without proper training.
One night, when the whole family was gathered for dinner, Soula started to act.
Soula: ‘The time is right. All of my training was for this. My choice will decide my fate. Should I choose my mother or my father... eent, eeny, miny, moe...’ (Children’s trick to decide important matters)
His parents noticed how Soula had been cutely pointing at both of them for a while.
Leyla: “Aww, how cute. What do you think is going through his mind right now?”
Dai: “Why don’t we just ask? Hey Soula, what are you doing?”
Leyla: “Oh come on Dai, most babies don’t speak until a year or so pass.”
Soula: ‘Papa it is’
Dai: ‘Aww, my son is so cute. I would die happy right now if my cute boy would look at me with those adorable eyes and say “Papa, fweed me.”’
Soula: “Dada.”
Both his parents froze, hoping they heard that right. Then, the silent Leyla started to scream.
Leyla: “WWWHHHHYYYYY!!! Why wasn’t his first word mama!”
Dai: “My son is a genius! He called me dada, his first word was dada! Hey Soula, say it again, say it again.”
Soula: ‘Uh oh. Mama bear is crying. Gotta calm her down.’ “Mama, mama.”
Leyla: “Waaaaaahhhh... huh? Did he call me mama? Huuuhhh! He called me mama! HE CALLED ME MAMA! My son is the best in the world!
That night, everyone woke up to the Voilong family partying. The next few days, the family received complaints from the neighbors to quiet down.