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Dated as if he just came back from spending the night at Dahlia ^.~ Figured Mum or Da' would be worried, hehe. ![Big Grin Big Grin](https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/images/smilies/biggrin.png)
The youth had slept god knows how long, but the moment he woke he was ready to come home, though he was tempted to stay longer around the cow printed girl, but he knew the longer he stayed the more his parents would certainly worry. So he rushed back as fast as his legs would go, for this he chose his most basic form, his lupine body. He ran with grace and speed. He was a fast boy despite how big he was, but who said large males were slow anyhow? Slowing he trotted back into Crimson borders and relaxed easing his mind some, now at least he was home, but next challenge he had to face was his parents. It wasn't like he did---well okay he did leave on purpose and he did spend the night in Dahlia on purpose...but it was all for a good reason. He was pushing his boundaries more and more lately seeing what he could get away with and what he couldn't. Pushing such boundaries was scary, but to some extent it was exciting.
For a moment he was beginning to feel bad, and he sorta liked it. A big grin came from him the longer he was home without encountering his parents. His chest was puffed out some as he took on a taller appearance with a trot that said 'ooh I'm baaad'. In truth he wasn't bad, he did good things, but at the risk of causing worry. A grin formed on his muzzle as he made his way through cottontail valley on his way to the manor. He had left Dahlia later in the afternoon and got back home a few hours before night fall. It took him shorter time due to not walking or talking and the fact that he ran. His chest was still heaving some as his heart was calming from such a long and hard run. He certainly was all wolf with his endurance and strength that was building as he grew. He was still a kid, but he felt like he was older than that. The ten month old was really like a 15 year old human still testing what he can do and can't do socially and gaining more curiosity about his sexuality.
He had spent all night in Dahlia and was absent from home for over 24 hours. The last time he saw his parents was yesterday in the morning maybe noon, he couldn't remember as his mind was more on the black and white female with those blood red eyes. Man she was a beauty. He wanted to spend more time with her, and he would but right now his duty was to his family and he was sure they would be worried. It was then he knocked himself off cloud nine and shook of this 'i'm big and bad' attitude. He couldn't avoid his parents, he had to go home sometime. Drawing in a sharp breath he came to the manor and sat a few yards away staring at it wondering if his sister would be around. Would she be worried too? Naw...he doubted it. Continuing to stare he hesitated standing. Perhaps they aren't home. Licking his lips he stood slowly tail down nearly between his legs as he crept closer and closer. Ears were half way back, listening but ready to go back at any sign of someone being home. He couldn't just open the door with his paws so either someone was going to shoot out from inside, or around the corner or something before he shifted. If not, he'd have to shift and open the door. A lump was forming in his throat as he crept closer and closer the seconds feeling like minutes as he neared the door knob.
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Oooh, Aro's in trouble now! D< Also, Jaz is away until Monday, so it shouldn't be too long a wait. XP
Wc: 1071
In truth, Ghita had thought that she'd be less worried than her mate. Well, visibly anyways. Instead, the timber fae seemed to have aged overnight, of course spending a sleepless night sitting on the porch outside. The agouti mother had never experienced anything in the realm of this before, and the fearful possibilities had begun to creep in with the darkness of night. How different the descent of the light-giving orb could be, depending on the company. It couldn't have been all too long ago that her son and the mother lay beneath the stars, wondering just how the world worked in happy harmony. But even that seemed a distant memory as her baby boy multiplied in size and temperament, and the situation had drastically changed.
As soon as the first stars emerged, so did her first fears. What if he had tried taking down a bear by himself? Remembering the first time Ghita had tried to teach her son hunting, big prey like bears had been prevalent on his mind. Even the huntress needed at least one other wolf with her to take down the massive mammal - had Aro relied on size and strength alone? Trying to fight of the anxiety was like stabbing a gigantic enemy in the dark that was twice as fast as you were; it would always move away, attacking some other part of you before you had fully recovered.
Just before dawn broke, the fae finally gave in to her anxieties and set off to track her son's scent. She was a huntress, after all, and in theory the activity hadn't seemed too challenging. Ever since her romp with Alder, her walking stick had gone missing, and so Ghita had shifted to Secui form to track her son. It had taken her the better part of the day, but she'd tracked him across the ethereal eclipse plains, and all the way to Dahlia de Mai's territory.
The mother felt like a failure. Somehow, she had let her baby son fall into the paws of a pack who had barely come out of a war a few months ago! Who knew what the Dahlians could be up to - she knew no one from that pack, only that her friend Anslem had been a part of Inferni, on the opposite side of the war. Pacing just behind the border, for once Ghita listened to rational thought, and made the trek back to her manor running, ignoring the stabbing pain that birthed from her leg every time weight was placed on it. Every stab of pain felt was one less until she reached the Manor. Hopefully then she could talk to Savina and Anu, and maybe she could convince the high-ranking females that a trip would need to be taken over to Dahlia de Mai - a formal visit to reclaim Ghita's son - who, for all she knew, was held prisoner.
The injured female, unbeknownst to her, was only a few minutes behind her son in traveling. She had taken a different route - a shorter route, back to the manor, so although her son had left earlier, they had both taken different paths to arrive at the manor within minutes of each other. The fae's turquoise optics were blazing with fear and fury as her body stretched and convulsed, her limp badly pronounced, now. Her ears lay flat against her head now, out of the tempest of emotion that was ravaging her body - all in all, she was a fearsome sight. But to those who knew her, like her mate and son, they would be able to see beyond the angry facade to see the quaking fae who had truly been scared to the bone.
As she ran, she had refused to think of the possibilities that could have befallen her son at Dahlia de Mai. Instead, she went over what she would say to Anu and Savina as soon as she entered the Manor and assembled a meeting. She had never been an eloquent speaker, but she knew that this speech, and their speed, might save her son's life. Ghita could not make any mistakes. In her heart, she knew that Savina would be moved by her plea, and would probably want to act just out of love for her nephew, but the ebony sister was bound by chains to her pack, and could only act in their best interest.
Whatever Savina would decide to do or not do, Ghita knew that she would charge down Dahlia's borders to go after her son, even if she died doing it. Nothing could defeat a mother's love, or rage, especially once they had been combined.
But the fates swooped in to intervene, luckily preventing a possible war between the two packs, and the agouti female stopped as her senses were assaulted by her son's scent. Unable to, no, unwilling to fathom what state her son would be in, as his scent was fresh, the fae instead kept running, until she reached the manor, and saw her son's large frame nearing the doorway.
All emotions melted away from her, and Ghita simply began to shake. Running on shaking legs, she half-crashed half-tackled her son, muzzle seeking out his fur, her son's fur, to reassure her that her son was alright. That he hadn't been taken prisoner or beaten, and he was in perfect health. Lying there for a few endless moments before standing up, a change had come over the mother, and her eyes once again sparkled with rage. But this time, the rage was directed at her son, for the mistake he had made in worrying the two parents nearly to death.
Standing up, all the while saying nothing, she turned her head up towards the stairwell, where she hoped her mate would be, and called out to him with only a hint of the razor-sharp edge of anger in her voice. "Jazper? He's back." Scrambling for the air that had deserted her, the mother's breath was ragged with relief and exhaustion, and the fae limped over to a chair, something to take the weight off of her leg. Ghita was limping more than Aro had ever seen her limp, that she knew, but she barely cared. All she cared about was that her son was home, and the parents would have to teach him a lesson that they had missed out on.
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Sophia and Aro had been on such a regular schedule since they were little that it had caught Jazper and Ghita off guard when Aro hadn't arrived at the manor a couple hours after night fall. It was a rare occurrence that either son or daughter wasn't inside and asleep when both parents were getting ready for bed. Naturally the father had been concerned when Ghita had started to worry. Being the calmer of the two and the more logical he had suggested that perhaps he was in the library or on a late night walk doing a boarder check to impress them. The only answer he had received was heated ramblings about attacking bears which he had ignored. Laying in bed he watched his mate toss and turn and listened to her concerns with little interest. Aro was a big boy, he had learned quickly in his lessons over the past couple weeks and he was positive he wouldn't be going after anything bigger than him, particularly bears!
Having fallen asleep to his mates quiet worries a sudden shifting on the bed followed by the removal of Ghita's weight woke up the warrior. Silently he watched as she hurried around in a frantic manor and then disappeared with a slam of the front door. Quickly he got to his feet and looked out the window only to see her on all fours running with her nose to the ground. His stomach twisted as he gave a sniff, obviously Aro hadn't been in their room lately. Without a second thought he walked out of his crimson room and started a search of his own, worry beginning to take control of his mind. Searching every room Aro had ever been in the past few months the ebony male started to grow more and more driven by his anxiety. Running out of rooms to check he stood still for a moment. This felt unreal, had he not always told the boy to be home on time? Had he not aught him well enough? Did he not stress that bad wolves were out in the middle of the night and even more dangerous creatures?
Feeling useless he waited in the manor, pacing and growing more angry by the hour. Jazper had never been one to lose his temper yet here he was curses dripping from his mouth as he stomped around the manor unwilling to talk to anyone. If someone had hurt his boy they would have to face him and the encounter would be a short one! The only thing that kept him in the building was the knowledge that Ghita was tracking the boy and one of them had to stay in case he came back. However, the later in the day it got the more his emotions swirled in his mind leaving him even more distressed.
Ghita's voice broke him from constant movement. Stopping in his tracks his large ears perked up. Could he really be back? Rushing out side his golden eyes quickly spotted Aro's figure and Ghita's frustration. Remembering his own anger he began to shift onto all fours. With his paws firmly planted on the porch he locked eyes with his son. Lessons had to be taught. With an energy filled sprint he found himself over top of the boy a snarl of warning escaping his muzzle. Without much thought the questions started, “Do you realize what time it is? How worried your mother and I have been? You could have been killed! Did you not LISTEN at our lessons at all?!” Pushing off of his sons chest he began to pace back and forth snarling and rambling much like Ghita had done the night before causing a rather intimidating scene.
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Just as his bulk reached the door his mom came nearly out of no where and he shot back tail tucking tightly and his eyes looking wild and scared as she tackled into him his toes curling into the earth resisting in an attempt to resist the impact but failed as his rear went down first followed by his top half. He scared his parents more than he thought, he hadn't realized just how scared they became until he felt her muzzle rubbing about his chest fur. His heart had stopped for that collision and it started up again along with his breathing. His eyes looked wide as he watched his mom nearly suffocate him with a grip that he wasn't aware she had. Slowly she moved away from him anger now in her eyes, he was confused now. One moment she was embracing him and now she looked like she was going to bite him. Aro Marino had no clue what to expect as he stayed down for a moment tail still tucked. He knew that her cuddling was an illusion to the trouble he was going to be in. Then his mother said his father's name, Shit! His eyes closed as he gulped.
Eyes reopened as he heard his father barrel down the stairs at an alarming rate, slowly it went to stand head down while his eyes dared to look at the face of his mentor and father. Looking at his eyes they had locked in this moment, the anger on his face made him almost want to pee himself right there...did he? No, but he surely felt like it. Suddenly, the slightly larger father came at him rushing him, Aro didn't know if he should have rolled onto his back or dodge. He chose to take his punishment and he let out a yelp of protest as he went down ears pressed back and tail firmly covering his privates. He was bombarded with questions as his father hovered over him, never had he seen his father in a rage and honestly he never wanted to again. Finally, the large black male removed himself from his black and white child. Aro slowly rolled onto his stomach eyes looking down, "Yes..I expected you guys to worry...I know what time it is..and yes I listened.." His voice was soft and quiet despite the deep voice he was beginning to carry. "I escorted someone back to their pack...she was lost..and--and I thought I would be nice as she was scared and so far from home..." His head lowered more in shame, "...She needed me...I couldn't just have left her there or told her how to get back..I wanted to make sure she was safe.." He laid his head in his paws.
Perhaps he should have had the girl stay here, but he didn't think. All this could have been avoided, but he wasn't thinking with his cranium as much as he was thinking with something else. His ears relaxed some as they went into their natural upright position, tail still tucked tightly though. His mind slightly wondered to how pretty she was, they would have to meet again, maybe he could have her meet his parents. Well first he would have to wait for their judgment as they were still in control of his life. Suddenly his brows lowered as that thought began to anger him, he wasn't hurt, and he didn't do anything wrong! What was the big deal!? Lifting his head his eyes looked at both of them with a frustration on his face that could be easily misinterpreted into anger. "I'm fine aren't I!?" He snapped out of seemingly no where.
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SO, SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! DX
Wc: 1150
Ghita had never expected to feel such a flurry of emotion ever again after her traumatic miscarriage and Carlo’s betrayal. The fae had gone, from just over a day, from feeling as if her life was nearly perfect, with the exception of her leg which had taken over the majority of her thoughts, to the unbearable, unending worry which had consumed her after Aro’s disappearance. And then, finally, relief beyond any horizon she had experienced before once his tuxedoed frame meandered into view. But the positive emotion wouldn’t last forever, and now it was time to deal with her wayward son.
To be completely honest, Ghita wasn’t terribly surprised to see her mate leap onto her son, but couldn’t help but flinch and let her ears pin back against her head to see her son pinned under the massive male. When she stared into Jazper’s yellow optics, she could see the mate she knew and loved – the man who was only acting out of pure terror from the possibility of losing his son. Ghita hadn’t been the only one to lose family members – and now the family, in it’s own, warped way, was saying all that they wished they could say to those that had left them, if they had come back.
The hidden message surfacing in Ghita’s eyes, if it could be spotted behind her mask of anger and hurt, was one that spoke volumes. ‘We missed you. We worried about you. You frightened us so badly to the core that we thought we would never see you again. You will never know that pain until you have your own children, but we would never wish it upon you.’ She hadn’t realized it before now, but staring at her mate and son squaring off against each other, the mother hadn’t seen how much her son had grown up in comparison to Jazper – he was growing up quickly. If he wasn’t already, Aro would soon be taller than Ghita herself.
”You expected us to worry and yet you didn’t care, did you.” Ghita was playing the ice queen in this match, mixed with Jazper as the king of fire. Her anger was the more subtle, biting rage that would linger long after the incident. Her words positively dripped with ice shards that stabbed at their heart strings, her hurt tone barely audible beyond the hostility. ”You listened, and yet you felt that our rules didn’t apply to you, that you could just break them as you pleased.”
As she spoke, the fae had risen onto her own three paws, still holding her injured one away from any weight. But that didn’t detract from Ghita’s anger in the slightest, nor did it hinder her smoldering, frightening appearance. He is damned who is one to enrage a mother, or endanger her child; No more was that statement true than in this moment.
Watching her son with a turquoise gaze that could make anyone squirm if the gaze was met, she listened to his story, knowing that she could fill in some of the missing blanks herself. Although she was surprised that her son had been playing the Good Samaritan over at Dahlia de Mai of all places, that didn’t change the past twenty-four hours. And, to be completely honest, it mollified her anger slightly, knowing that at least some values had sunk in to her son’s thick skull.
Even though for now her anger and hurt would take centre stage, the mother would eventually look upon this moment with pride – knowing that her son had recognized someone who had needed his help, and had done the right thing in the end. But Ghita still hadn’t spent her anger up yet, and when Aro glared at her and snapped at his parents, this time the mother was the one to react in the more violent manner.
Propelling herself forward on her three good legs, she stopped right in front of Aro, teeth gnashing inside her ebony lips. There was a spark of madness flitting in her turquoise optics, one that shouted to Aro that he had crossed a line with her in that statement. ”Yes, Aro, you are physically fine – that should make it all better, shouldn’t it?!” She was beginning to shout now, the words she birthed positively drenched in anger and sarcasm. ”Guess what, boy – life isn’t like that. Let me tell you where he was, Jazper – in Dahlia de Mai. Yes, Aro, I tracked you there. Did you think we just sat here twiddling our thumbs while you decided that you were ‘too cool’ to hang around here? There was a pack WAR just a few months back – did you think of that? Did you think at all!? Did you think that your ‘good deed’ could be interpreted as trespassing on another wolves’ territory, and kidnapping their member?”
Breathing heavily, her statements had taken most of the more intense anger out of her, and she continued on in a low tone, intended to scare and intimidate, but just as much to inform her son what drastic consequences his actions could’ve – and still could – have. ”When I found your scent at the border of Dahlia de Mai, what did you think I thought? A hostile pack taking you across it’s borders… had they kidnapped you? Surely he couldn’t be so incredibly STUPID as to cross the border WILLINGLY! We taught you better than that! So, assuming that you had been taken over, what would’ve happened? Your aunt is the leader of this pack, Aro – we would’ve sent a full-on patrol to get you back, possibly starting another war between the packs. Did you ever think of that? If I had been a few seconds ahead of you, there would be a war.”
Now she began pacing in front of her son, everything from her posture to her tone indicating that if Aro wanted to match Ghita’s piercings, he should definitely interrupt her right about now. ”You’re probably thinking ‘phew, good thing that didn’t happen. I’m in the clear now.’ But here’s another lesson for you – what do you think Dahlia de Mai’s leaders will think once they smell your scent all over their land? They’ll probably want retribution – and I can guarantee they won’t come over to thank you. If anything comes of this – any trouble for this pack at all, it’s on your head.”
Taking a couple of steps backwards, she turned her back on Aro after one lingering, piercing glare, before moving towards her ebony mate once more. They appeared to be a unified front, a wall of angry family who were simply lashing out of pain for the perceived loss of their son. Aro had done wrong, and the way the world worked was that he’d have to pay for it. And now, this was the judgment day.
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Inside him raged a fire he hadn't felt in quite some time, not since Garnet had left him. It was an anger filled with pure rage and emotion. A defense mechanism of sorts meant to protect his heart from getting hurt over and over again. It felt wrong inside him and yet, in his current state of mind, it felt go good to feel his muscles twitch and the fire burn inside his chest. It was in his genetics to be a fighter, a killer even. He had managed to fight off his warrior instincts as had every generation before him but everyone in the Knight line knew not to be around a male when he had lost his temper. Luckily the pacing kept his mind focused on the movement rather then the emotions bursting inside him.
It was a rare sight if someone happened to look out one of the many windows lining the walls of the manor. Jazper hardly every lost his temper on anyone and Ghita was known to be tough around the edges but she had a soft and loving heart. It wouldn't have surprised the Knight if other wolves were avoiding this scene on purpose. Aro's story caused a new emotion to stir in the father, the feeling of deja vu. Stopping and listening to Ghita's angry voice he began to remember a similar experience he had with his own parents. As a young male he had fallen madly and unexpectedly in love with a black coyote named Garnet. He had adored her playful behavior and fallen in love, or lust, without much thought. Deuce and Lucifer had different plans for him though and happened to have a loathing for coyotes for one reason or another and refused their blessing. His parents behavior that day had deeply hurt his feelings and he could slowly see the same feelings bubbling inside of Aro.
The sudden outburst from his boys muzzle followed by Ghita's quick and cold remarks calmed Jazper down slightly. This wasn't the time to be yelling. Nothing could be gained from three angry wolves except a loss of respect and hurt feelings. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself down and stopped his pacing in time to hear where his little boy had been. His face turned from calm to unreadable as he tried to cover up his emotions. Ghita's words continued to fly and add more heat back into his heart. Aro could have been killed. The thought scared him, made him worry that the lessons hadn't been taught, or information hadn't been given. Jazper knew the boy could defend himself but not against a pack.
As Ghita moved towards him he let out a sigh and nuzzled her gently in hopes of soothing her icey mood. The two parents together could make a dangerous team when both of them were angry but for now Aro was safe because of Jazper's past memories. Taking a few steps forward Jazper let his ears flop back into a relaxed position and his tail fall slightly in a sad attempt to gain his sons trust back. “Aro, my son.” He said in a soft but stern tone. “I understand that the young lady needed an escort home. In that you were correct. The only concerns your mother and I have are about your personal safety.” Hoping Aro would calm down a little if he talked quieter he continued, “Dahlia de Mai just got out of a war with Inferni. If they thought you were a threat they could have seriously hurt you and we wouldn't have known.” The young father tried his best to explain calmly to his son instead of the method of yelling which clearly hadn't been working.
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D: Aw...Aro, don't be mad at Mommy!
His mom's first words cut into him like a knife, "No..I cared!" He pleaded to her eyes looking up, she came down on him more wanting to cry, his chest felt heavy and his shoulders felt like they were wanting to slump. His tail still between his legs in shame. All he did was help someone and this was all he got? Anger, hate, shame. Was he not suppose to help people? Did what he heard about his dad the wrong thing to do? He was beginning to become shelled up inside. His emotions hardening, he glanced to his father seeing the anger seething from him, and then he saw him calm down for a moment
He was at first ashamed of his outburst but when his mom started to blow up anger bubbled within him now and his lips curled back in a snarl as his eyes narrowed on his mother. The woman he just minutes ago loved, adored, respected but now he was angry and that anger was making him hate her---no hate was too strong, but he would easily have said he hated her right now. He bristled as his eyes met with hers listening to her words without a single word till she was done speaking, "Perhaps you shouldn't be over reacting then! The war would have been on your shoulders not mine!" He snarled, "My friend would not have allowed that...and I'm going to go back over there to hang out with her, and you're not stopping me!" He took a bold step forward just livid right now, nearly shaking with anger. He didn't know where it came from, but she got in his face. At first he understood but now, now he was pissed and it was getting out of hand, fast.
His eyes planted on his mother, "Yeah, I am fine, and--" His father interrupted him, making his hackles go down some. With his hackles up he looked bigger than his mother and for a moment he wondered what would have happened if they begun to scrap. Surely his father would break it up. His eyes looked away from his mother, to his father listening to what he had to say. It was cooling him down some as he no longer was bristled and slowly he was leaning back into a sit trying not to glance angrily to his mom. He let out a heavy sigh as his ears pinned tightly back, "...I understand...I don't mean to argue...but from what I understand Conor...isn't he the leader?" His eyes looked up to his dad licking his lips, "That's who cares for her, and from how she spoke about him he's understanding, and she wouldn't have let anything happen to me...I could have defended myself. I don't see them acting irrational..like some people.." His eyes looked over to his mom with a slight snarl.
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Now I feel like a horrible person. XD I am absolutely not going to lie, your post made me tear up. TT-TT We can haz make-it-all-better thread, yesyes? D: Btw Ghita's out at the end of this post to correspond with another thread I had before this one ended. ^^; Also, let me know if Ghita can actually 'ground' Aro... XD;
Wc: 864
Once Ghita began her railing on her son, she was unable to stop. All of the anxiety, anger, fury, worry, and hopelessness that had descended on her moments earlier, extending from the time that Aro went missing until now just balled up and rolled on out, her emotions in the driver's seat, Ghita unable to employ the brakes. She saw her son's shoulders slump, she saw him hurt desperately, but it was almost as if she saw it from a distance. Didn't he understand what he had done to her? To Jazper? He was an immature brat - he had proved this by going to Dahlia de Mai, disobeying his parents, and even now, but he would never understand his mother's anguish. Maybe, one day, if he ever sired pups and showed half the amount of love that Ghita felt for her own son, maybe he'd be able to understand her right now.
Maybe.
When her son - her son, her flesh and blood and one of the three wolves who meant more to her than the entire world put together began to snarl at her, a more rational Ghita would've stepped back and calmed herself down. A more rational Ghita would've stopped her rant and punished him for that, right there. But it wasn't a rational Ghita in charge right now - a blast from the past of the headstrong, fiery woman that Ghita had been before mellowing in Crimson Dreams had taken her place. She had begun panting, now, flanks heaving with both the emotional and physical exertion that she had been put through. And her panting was only made worse as Aro began to talk back at her, returning her emotions tenfold.
As much as she wished that she could deny it - Aro was right. No matter what Aro or Sophia did, from now until the mother took her last, dying breath, their actions would be firmly planted on her shortcomings. What she had or hadn't taught her children. What they did or didn't think of the world. And until now, the agouti fae had thought she was doing a good job raising her pups - even though she was a first-time mother, she wasn't all bad. But it was the tiny voice of doubt that returned, that whispered in her ears that what was unfolding in front of her now was all the mother's fault. But now his rebellion surfaced, and the fae who moments before had been panting had settled into an icy sort of calm, the one right before the wave of emotion hit. "You. Will. Not. You, Aro, are grounded, and are not to leave Crimson Dreams' territory or go beyond Tallermein's cottage for a fortnight. If you break this, so help me, your punishment will not be on my shoulders nor your father's or your aunt's, but your pack leaders'."
This statement hung in the air as Aro took a bold step towards her, the fae pinning her ears back and letting out a feral snarl towards her kin. In handing over judgement to Savina, as the pack leader, she was methodically eliminating any soft-heartedness that a Marino might have towards the rebel rule breaker, and would make sure that Aro was treated as any wayward juvenile might be.
The mother did her best to listen to her son for now, recognizing that the situation was falling - and fast - but his last glare towards him was the last straw. Rising to her paws once more, the fae glared at her son, all the while gliding towards him the best her injured leg could allow. "Even better. You don't go pick on some random girl in a pack fresh out of a war, you go after the Leader's Daughter. Do you think he'd thank you for looking after his daughter? All he'll know is that his daughter was in trouble, and for whatever reason YOU were there! I'm not being irrational, Aro - this is the world. It isn't affected by 'shoulds' and 'well, I thought he was understanding, but whoops - I guess I'm wrong!'. You were being irrational and idiotic in crossing the borders. Do rational wolves fight in wars? Do you even have an idea how the war started, or are you throwing around random garble that you have no clue about?"
Throwing her son a look that would be affective in silencing a lesser wolf, she now stood to the left side of him, her shoulder matched up with his. Glaring at him with turquoise eyes which once had been so warm and loving turned icy cold, there was only a hint of regret behind her eyes, without the slightest waver in her voice. "Jazper, you deal with him. I can't even be around you right now, Aro." Shaking her head, she let her cranium dip slightly towards the ground, in nothing mimicking a subordinate's manner, but a statue of a wolfess with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Ignoring her son now, she stalked out of the doorway, careful to let it slam just after her mate could see the tears brimming in the bottom of her saddened, broken eyes.
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*sniff sniff* sad post! D: <3
WC:800+
It was all the Knight could do to not demand the attention of his two family members and finish the argument where it was now but instead he stood and watched. The sound of their yelling and anger made the fur on the back of his neck stand up. This was wrong! Now, being calm and rational, he could see that this yelling idea simply didn't work with young wolves. Sure you could make them apologize, force them to be submissive, maybe even try and contain them to the pack lands but in the end all that grew in the young male would be a hatred for the rules and a rebellious nature. Of course he wanted to defend his mate even if it was against his own son but at the same time his heart was completely torn. He was being faced with an impossible decision: defend his mate or defend his only son.
Ghita's words were harsh on the boy but stood true, though a little exaggerated, for the most part. There was no way to argue that there was a possibility that this Conor might come around wondering who had been on his lands and what there business with his daughter was. However, there was also no doubt that Jazper would be right there with his son to help him explain if it came down to that. It was more Aro's actions that disturbed Jazper. The disrespect for his mothers words, the blaming and the pure anger in his voice. Today he learned that his son had inherited his physical rage and his mothers inability to calm down once the fire was lit, a dangerous combination.
A sting tugged on the warriors big heart as he watched his tiny mate storm off, the door only closing after he could see the immense pain and the tears already filling her eyes while Aro's remained filled with heat. A sadness came over him as he looked to his boy with his and Ghita's emotional pain in his golden eyes. Jazper, up till now, had always been Aro's rock. Never had he lost control on his son or shown that he was anything but proud and happy. Now his amber orbs looked straight into Aro's so full of the emotions he had never shown him. He was hurting. Not in the way that his mate was. Not from Aro's neglect to tell him where he had gone, not from the fear that he had lost his son, but from the sadness he felt at seeing his family be torn apart through anger.
He sat down silently. There wasn't much he could say right now. Aro had shown such disrespect towards Ghita and in turn disrespect to him. There was no reason, had he stayed calm, that she should have gotten so angry. Yes, he was still angry inside but his love for his family had calmed him down while the other two kept yelling and letting their emotions control themselves. This conversation wasn't about his original behavior, that he could deal with. Now the lesson was much harder to explain. “You know Aro, most five month old pups are playing and running around but while other pups were enjoying their puphood I watched my parents lives be taken away.” Never before had he shared his unfortunate past with Aro but this seemed like the perfect time.
“I almost died of starvation before I made it over the mountains and found a pack that took me in an a female who was expecting pups. However, just when I was starting to feel like I was part of a family, the fire hit the old lands and I never saw that fay again.” Looking at the manor he sighed, “Lucky for me her mother Deuce Rhiannon and her mate Lucifer found this old place with some others and took me in as one of their own. Now both of them have left these lands and are no longer mates.”
Bringing his eyes back to his son he continued the tale, “But I will never see my father or mother again. Probably not my adoptive parents either. All I ever wanted growing up was to have a real family again and I found your mother and had you and your sister. You only get one set of parents Aro and sometimes you will fight but what would you do if that was the last conversation you had with your mother?” The question was a hard one, a grown up tough question indeed. “You never know what might happen in a day, in an moment. You could blink and never see us again.” Inside the large teddy bear was braking apart with memory after memory flashing through his mind. Still his poster remained tall and proud, his broad chest and those intense golden eyes just starting to water dared his son to be angry with him now. A lesson had to be learned.
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He watched her snarling when he heard her talk about grounding him, "Watch me!" He snapped in response, "I may not even come back!" He added fur going up again as he became enraged again. He was starting to want to sink his teeth into something. She was just rubbing him the wrong way, and she wasn't stopping and nor was he as she went on about Nayru, his snarl became more 'demonic' like as his eyes began to show his blinding rage now he was a hair away from snapping physically at her. "I wasn't talking to you! I'm talking to dad!" He said standing up and stepping toward her every glimmer in his eyes said he hated her, he didn't want anything to do with his mom, the woman who birthed him. He saw the look he gave her and he snarled at it tail going straight out and slightly up ready for the challenge, but she turned him away wanting Jazper, his father to handle this, "Good, I don't want to see you anymore! Just stay the hell away from me!" He said nearly stalking after her not seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, he was too pissed to care.
He looked to his father, the only one he still loved right now, he didn't yell at him, he gave him his punishment. His mother had screamed at him and went physcho. Snorting he relaxed again seating as his hackles fall down, the silence seemed to drawn on before his father spoke, anger still in his eyes, but not directed to the black male. At first he didn't understand what his father was saying, but then he began to understand, it was his father's childhood. The angry began to release from him as he heard, not yet understanding the point of his words until near the end of the words. His ears went back in shame. What if that was the last words he said? He recalled them and suddenly an apple formed in his throat as guilt hit him like a rock. He hung his head down not looking at his father as his tail began to tuck close to him. He felt a sting in his nose when it began to tingle tears fighting to come out, but he wouldn't cry, no never would he cry. He did sniffle back, "I'm sorry..I-I lost control of myself. " Slowly his gaze came up to his dad's, "Dad...how..how am I going to apologize to mom?" He didn't even know where to begin. But his father was right, in every way. Now he just fell silent realized now just how out of control and awful he was, but how else was he suppose to respond? She wouldn't shut up, she just kept going!
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He could remember very vividly the arguing that had taken place many moons ago between himself and his parents. They had yelled and rattled him up and left him feeling alone in the world. Looking at Aro he could see himself in him so much. Here was a boy trying so hard to do what he thought in his heart was right but his parents had over reacted and left him emotional and shaking with anger. If he had been raised into one of those families that went around fighting for themselves the anger would be good but for the Knight family it was a handicap. They were suppose to help others and to do that they needed to be able to control himself. If he couldn't control his anger with his mother then he had to learn the hard way.
Jazper almost felt bad telling his son about his piece of crap past. After all, he had survived it and now had a beautiful family and a home. Instantly he say the change in his boys temperament. The two strong males sat, father and son, a moment in their lives where they would learn a little more about each other. “You know I can't tell you that Aro. It's up to you to make peace with your mom and until you do I'm the one stuck livin' with her.” He chuckled trying to lighten the mood. Everyone in the pack could tell you that that women could be strong headed. She lost her temper often and when she did it went onnnnn. At least he only lost his temper every now and then.
Laying down he let out a sigh. “Well Aro. I guess it's just a little harder growing up than it looks.” At this point in his life he was very grateful that he didn't have to go through all that stuff again. “Growing up wasn't a piece of cake. When I was your age I chased after girls and caused trouble and ended up so angry at Lucifer and Deuce. You know if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be who I am today. They taught me to work hard and take care of the people around me. You know they hardly had time for anything besides fighting with each other but they made me want to be a better man. You need to find your own reason to be who you want to be.”
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He hoped his father had an answer, but when he heard his father, he knew he was right. This was a road he had to take on his own. Giving a solemn nod he held his head down thinking of his actions and how he would handle himself from now on. Anger had boiled within him and now, he needed to learn to control such a harsh emotion. He attempted a light smile just now digesting the joke his father made, "..then I'll make it hell for you.." He attempted to make his own joke back, it was probably a flop but, hey, he tried. A light smirk on his thick muzzle. Then he licked his moist nose. He remained sitting as his father went into a laying position. His eyes lifted listening to the next set of words. He hoped to be as wise as him one day, and he digested it. Soul searching, he needed to do some soul searching. He sat up straight, and again let his tongue lurch out licking his nose, and muzzle. His eyes looked in the direction his mother vanished to. Drawing in a deep breath he stood up, "...I..I think I need to think about what path I need to take..." His eyes looked back to his father, the strong wise man he was, he respected him beyond all else and he sought his approval and guidance. He loved his mother, but he needed to figure out what he how he would confront her for an apology.
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OOC: One more post from you and then close it up?
WC:300+
It worried the father to see his family torn this way. Between the three of their tempers the Marino-Knight family was just an eruption waiting to happen. It had been easy back when his father and mother were around. Even though he was a stubborn bratty pup his father and mother had all the patience in the world for him. They would simply sit him down and talk it out. Never would they resort to physical violence or momentarily scary the shit out of their kid to teach him a lesson. Still, it seemed like Aro was learning the way he had. Perhaps he would have to make sure he kept his own temper in check when frustrated with the pups. He waited for his black and white son to speak once more. The light joke made the father smile slightly. Hell was all he needed form the boy right now. Besides, both of them knew Jazper was simply bigger and had trained longer. He could kick Aro's ass any day and time.
Maybe one day his son would beat him in brute strength but Jazper doubted it. “uh huh.” He agreed with a sarcastic tone as he nodded. The next words out of the Marino's mouth changed the tone back to serious once again. It was true, he would have to figure things out for himself. “You have a big choice to make my boy. You have been blessed with my brute strength and your mothers stubborn streak. You can either use it to help yourself or help others. It's all up to you. Just know that your mother and I love you.” Clearing his throat and standing back up he added, “ Even if we do yell sometimes. You are always our son and I will support whenever the need arise.” Stretching his body out he gave a yawn and looked towards the door. “I'll leave you to your thoughts.” The massive ebony male kissed his sons forehead gently before turning around and walking into the house. Hopefully his son would make it through the start of his adult hood with a little more grace then he had.
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This is a sucky wrap up post, lmao
The words of his father always were taken to heart with the youth, he always heeded his father a lot more than his mother, though he tried to make it equal it was his father's approval he sought more often, if not all the time. It wasn't that he didn't love his mother, or didn't listen to her rules it was just something hardwired into him to look for a male's approval. As usual the moment his father spoke, he became on alert, looking the male strongly in the eyes and taking in his words like nectar to a bee. "Thank you dad.." He said hearing the words that they'll always be there to support him, even if it doesn't seem like it. Those words would always rest in his heart, and surely he'd call on them in times of hard need.
He watched as his father departed from him and he looked down to the soft grass and thought to himself. First he still stood for what he believed in, he didn't do anything wrong and surely Nayru would never let anything happen to him, he was her guest. His mother went off the handle, and of course he did too. That he had to admit but hearing her say sorry--no, he would say sorry and if she did too, that was fine, and if she didn't well...that was fine too. She was his mother and if she didn't apologize, well, he'd just have to know at least he made the steps.
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