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Feet pace back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Gloved hands wriggle in another as anxious murmuring fills the air. The elderly hedgehogs stops mid-pacing to wipe the sweat along his wrinkled brow. There aren't many things that scare the man, but there are hardly many souls who can best him in power.
His entire body flinches in on itself when a giant ring manifests out of thin air. It simply levitates in place with the transparency lighting up into that of neon green. A blood red claw reaches out grasping around the side of the ring, and the top surface of a massive-sized hammer in a heart motif sets itself onto the concrete of the sidewalk the ring floats in front of.
The clawed hands, which are obscenely large for the body it's attached to, belongs to a black hedgehog with red streaks in his head quills along his forearms and calves with a pair of eyes of the same color. Accenting the black and red is violet around the streaks. The scleras of his eyes are a bright shade of yellow, and a pop of white fluff in on his chest. Golden rings encase his huge wrists that shine in the sunlight. His free hand reaches behind himself cupping around a much smaller gloved hand that matches the one around the handle of the hammer outside the ring.
The hedgehog male waits patiently as the other person slowly and carefully steps over the bottom side of the ring. The other person is another hedgehog looking to be much older and also female. Her fur is a soft pink with light graying faintly along the edges. Hair quills are short with the ends curling alongside a wrinkled muzzle having a checkered bandana tied around them. Her body is on the plumper side and arms are quite muscular for a woman of her age and short stature. She's dressed in a red dress that almost covers her shoes.
All-Father has hardly a chance to react when his bloodied eyes lock with grassy green eyes behind a pair of red-rimmed glasses. One moment he's on his feet then the next his back collides with the metal of the university fencing! Despite how delicate that old lady appeared, she's a lot quicker and that's when her hammer struck him square in the gut! Bony arms throw themselves over his head flailing his gloved hands around in urgency. "Wait, wait, wait!!" His deep raspy voice hollers up at the little pink grandma.
Eyes narrow down at him as her grip on the handle of her weapon tightens. The other hedgehog stands from a distance with his arms crossed.
The elderly hedgehog grins with his ears flattening in relief from the hesitation. He only has one shot at this, or he'll be splattered… "I know where your boy is."
Those six words have the woman release her weapon holding her hands up to her mouth as she gasps softly with tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. In the blink of an eye, the dark male is by her side. Arms snake around her own while he rests the side of his head against hers as he says hushed comforting things into her bangs.
All-Father uses this window of time to shakily rise to his feet. Gloved fingers snap summoning his trusty cane to his side. One of those hands rubs along his lower back. A wince seethes between teeth.
When crimson eyes shift their sharp gaze to the elderly man, he flinches finding himself sweating nervously. "Start hobbling, old man." His tone is low and threatening as he stares All-Father down.
He isn't stupid. Those words translated to 'take us to our son'. "Right… Follow me then. But just so you know, the destination is a distance."
That hammer is back in the elderly woman's grasp resting across her shoulders. Her free hand sits in one of the man's claws. "You heard my husband. Go, go, go!" Despite her sweet tone, no one could deny the lingering threat in her stare.
The shortest of the three grumbles under his breath as he allows himself to float mere inches off the ground before moving on ahead.
He was definitely demanding a raise and a vacation after all the trouble The Forces That Be put him through…!