Zaire's form was a different kind of beauty, a more sinister, deadly type. The fusion of his mother and father's bloodlines had created a creature that stood above all else. Sometimes, Esmeralda even believed her son had surpassed the so-called supreme grade ranking to become something entirely different.
He had the tall, majestic antlers of his father, as well as the powerful, black furred paws instead of his mother's hooves. But, he did can tufts of spiraling white fur from his mother.
His coat alternated between beautiful, lustrous black and white fur, interrupted by dark scales of black that exuded a demonic aura.
Though Zaire's cultivation was far lower than Damaris', middling around the lower celestial realm, this wasn't because he was slow. Firstly, Damaris was far older than Zaire. Secondly, anyone who called an individual with such high quality celestial blood a slow cultivator was a fool.
