a podium built on generations bleeding

Jacinto Lykoi · 06-22-2012, 02:14 PM

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lupus form, I don't know if we can assume Omni's already there or not, but I feel I have to have Sinatrai with him
RAMBLE RAMBLE <.<

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Jacinto hadn't done too much that morning, nothing much different than the customary everyday routines. His mind often pulled itself to his lover, but nothing seemed to happen but brief meetings and soft words of their bond. It worried the tawny hybrid in a way. Were they slowly falling apart? But his duties were great, becoming more on edge with the attacks that had been forced on the clan's foundation. Maybe clan objectives were outweighing the more personal aspects of life. He hoped it was only that. But the time spent with his growing son was becoming more cherished, more valid in uses of life. He had taken Sinatrai on hunts, shown the boy the works of the world and educated him in the sufficiency of survival tactics. Which was rewarding, the Lykoi had done something right. For once he felt he had a purpose other than falling a deer or a few squirrels and rabbits. He was a father.

Sinatrai had asked for a walk that morning, and a walk they had. Both on four legs, they had taken the marked trails in friendly chit-chat and in close feelings. It was great for the coy-mutt to have interactions such as these. It made his mind spin to think, that just a while ago Omni had found him all bloody in the woods and barely able to speak. Now--Sina had grown a bit taller, his body filling out with the right muscles, turning out to be the perfect coyote-child Cinto could imagine. The guitarist was just do delighted, anxious at the same time. Soon, maybe in a few months time Sinatrai would shift and become a man. Go off on his own route, and the Lykoi descendant would have to rely on himself for everything, not needed by his son at all.

The tan-furred hybrid had often wondered what was still out there with Omni. Since her battering and every other turmoil, he still found himself wanting successors to go after him. Coyote children, kids he could teach and care for. Children that would carry his bloodline on for a long time. Sina carried the name, bestowed upon by himself....But blood....Blood was what mattered over anything. With Omni hurt, and the emotional caboose that followed...How could that be accomplished? He was in his fifth year of life, and being too infirm was not what the sandy male envisioned for the rest of his life.

That morning he had slipped out of the Mansion, not alone though. Sinatrai had followed behind, just for the sake of company. The males were both quiet, not much conversation to pass between them both. The stories of the Boreas wolves were getting old, along with the tales of the scars upon his legs and body from the stray intruder he had fought off with Sparrow. For once it seemed things had settled down, given themselves a pace in which they could function smoother. As they stalked a brown rabbit; Sinatrai just a fraction clumsier than his father, a song cut through the air. It summoned them forth, partly commanding in sound. It didn't sound like Ezekiel at all...Or Vesper in that matter. What event was to take place? Was there more attackers prowling inside the borders of the clan? Raising his eyebrows, the coyote nodded to Sina who followed towards the sound. And there they were, in a meeting place of the Legatus coyotes. He noticed Vesper, Ithiel, Myrika and Kaena. He flashed a small smile to his grandmother as he slipped by, seating himself nearby with Sina as they watched what was to happen. Zeke was nowhere to be seen, which brought more confusion to his mind. But Myrika...It seemed to involve the Tears woman in a way. Here musician gave a nod in her direction, it was right to call her friend. But what was to unfold? He started to wonder, then Sina sat himself down beside his father...

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