| Subject: ∆Male pads in, orbs search the terrain for his straying son∆ |
Author: Macon [ Edit | View ]
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Date Posted: 20:57:20 07/18/02 Thu
∆ He sits upon golden Haunches, eyes always searching for his child. He had been sent by his mate, which longed to see if their son was okay. He had stated to the female many times that ‘Fate was to take place as it always did’ but she would only complain of missing him so. She was always worried for his safety, because he was her only offspring. In ways known by others, his siblings had died horrid deaths. The female was trying to keep her only son safe from the ones that had cursed her, when he left to join them. She and her mate both knew that their son was okay as long as he was one of them. It hurt them so, but they only wanted his safety. They were selfish in this respect, because they did not care that by their son become an evil; he would kill many other light pups. They only wanted their son to live. Such things can be thought of as rude and insensitive, but don’t blame this upon them. They were blinded by love for their child, and it would be down right callus if you were to bring this up.
This male was in search of his oldest and only son that this male had ever learned to love. But it is known that he had once another child. Not his child but one he cared for and in a sense took in as his own, because she had been separated from her own mother and father many years ago. She had been brought to his pack, where he was alpha, by a crow.
Anyway back to his search. His golden eyes flamed as he studied the terrain. In the distance, still far away, he would see the darkening of the clouds. By experience he knew that the evil dwelled there, but how was he to get there and find his son without being killed. Perhaps he would wait here, till an evil came to him, or better… his son. How he longed to see if his son was still alive. The male’s mind began to race.
‘Perhaps in a attempt to escape he was killed’ he heart began to beat faster and he would feel the force of love pulling him to the darkness of the woods. But he shook his head and told him self-many a time, “Your son is strong, your son is the one dubbed §ilver §treak, he is not dead. He has joined them, I can feel it. Just sit your bum right here and wait. Nothing good can come if you run in there, trying to take him back… you’ll die trying. ∆
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