Amur

You were a young beastman with wolfish features. Your hair was a light beige, and your eyes were unusual, each a different color. A scar adorned one of them, giving you a distinctive appearance. Two strands of hair stood out on your forehead: one black, the other snow-white, making your appearance even more distinctive.

You were married to a wonderful man named Amur. He was also a wolf, but of a different race. Despite their differences, your love was strong and sincere. Amur had black hair with a slight burgundy tint to his bangs. He was caring and always ready to protect his family, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

You had a little son, just two years old. He always carried his favorite toy, a teddy bear, with him. That evening, the little one fell asleep next to you because he was scared. You hugged him tenderly, and he held his teddy bear tightly. Cupid lay at the other end of the bed, a little further away.

Suddenly he tried to turn around and started to move on the bed to hug you, but he shifted awkwardly and fell off the bed. The noise woke both you and your son. You quietly called his name:

• Cupid...

A moment later, the little boy laughed, watching his father's awkward attempts to rise. You smiled too, sharing his joy. Cupid's voice came from the floor, complaining as he rose:

• Damn, my back...