This month’s prompt:
Child of the devil

Whether the devil be literal, figurative, or Cruella. As always, can be prose, poetry, play, fiction, nonfiction.

Participants and posts:
ishtar’sgate – http://chickenscratchbc.blogspot.ca/ (link to post)
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BDavidHughes – http://bdavidhughes.com/ (link to post)
Ralph Pines – http://ralfast.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
articshark – http://www.drslaten.com/blog (link to post)
Anarchic Q – http://anarchicq.com/ (link to post)
meowzbark – http://www.lizzylessard.com/ (link to post)
MsLaylaCakes – http://www.taraquan.com/ (link to post)
grace elliot – http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
Angyl78 – https://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
milkweed – http://www.thistlequill.blogspot.com/ (link to post) [after 8/15]

 

Dates and Dentists

Kael sat in the too small chair, in the too bright room waiting for his brother to get out of the back room. He still couldn’t believe that at 24 Oliver refused to go to the dentist. Kael slouched, leaning his head back. Could be worse he guessed, he could be here with his cousin’s kids. Again. Man, those were devil children, pun of that was Devil was his cousin. And speak of the Devil.

“Uncle Kael! Uncle Kael!” Two twin voices piped up loudly as the twin 7 year olds ran through the front door barreling into him.

“Umph!” Kael caught the boys, letting them climb up on his lap. Distracted by the scent clinging to them and following them into the small reception room.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Kael looked up to see the source of the delicious smell. She was… not wolf? How could his mate not be a wolf?

“I’m sorry. They got away again.”

“Uncle Kael!” Kael looked down at the insistent child on his lap.

“Don’t interrupt. It is rude.” Kale told the small boy.

“But Uncle Kael!” Brandon quieted at Kael’s look. Kael turned his attention back to the woman in front of him.

“Don’t worry. I am sadly used to these two running amok.” Reaching out a hand towards her, “Kael…”

“Mr. Morgan!” The hygienist came through the back way. “We need your help, Oliver is having issues.”

Kael put the boys on the floor, looked at his mate and sighed. “I have to go.” He would have to find her later. Devil should know, but Oliver needed him. His brother would pay for this. Sighing again, Kael looked at Oliver, furry and with a huge grin on his face, if the tongue lolling out of his mouth was anything to go by. “What did you give him?”

“Only the general anesthesia.”

“Come on pup.” Kael patted his leg, hoping to get his attention, what he wasn’t ready for was how quickly Oliver plowed in to him. Not steady on his feet, Oliver scrambled along the floor past him heading towards the reception.

Hearing a thud and a loud “oomph”, Kael ran towards the waiting room to find his mate being tongued to death by his brother and the twins both shifted.

Claire looked up to see the man who was her mate in the doorway, laughing. “Your brother?”

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