The night was unwavering in it's pulchritude. And as the moon's sporadic shafts of luscious light shone down upon the Isle, he peeled from his reclusive spot within the tenebrous shrouds. Yet his movement failed to continue as his bland stare snagged upon the silhouette of his daughter. His first child, Elven. So unique as she chose solitude, much like he found himself doing these days. And her beauty was eternal; paranormal it seemed. Noticing the other of whom she conversed with, he easily decided to make his way over. Too long had he been kept from his family. Too long had he been held from his children. He drew up beside her with a grotesque eloquence that blighted the normal. Plush capped mandibel was extended as cervix was twisted, pressing gently into her cheek. Brims moved slightly against her as whuffles accented his silent greeting.

"Elven. It brings me happiness to see you."