09-02-2008, 10:53 PM
Sorry for the wait, againnn.
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Endymion was a family man through and through. He lived for them. His ultimate goal was to protect and provide for them. It was strange, then, that he wasn't with those he loved the most. His mother and aunt were off in the wilderness, looking for one another in a wild goose chase, or something, all alone. Or were they? He had no idea where they could be now. He still couldn't think the word 'dead'; he couldn't entertain the idea that his siblings, Legacy, Merit, Miriad, and Amaury might be dead. To him, they were wandering the wilderness like Fatin and Alarice, though it wasn't much more comfort. He wanted them here, now, where he could protect them. But they weren't, so he had to do the next best thing, what his mother asked him to do; stay with Laurent, and (as he resolved himself) support and protect him in his endeavours.
The wolf cringed as Corona revealed the vague details about her niece. Endymion understood and shared her anger, though all he did to show it was shake his head and sigh. Crimes against children were unforgivable in his opinion, and he knew many would agree with him. If anyone hurt his young siblings or any of his young relatives he would be sure to destroy them. And since his few months away from Souls, he was finally capable of doing that. Before his thoughts could get out of control, Corona surprised Endymion by expressing her appreciation for him. Letting out a bashful chuckle, the wolf mussed up the back of his head and looked at the wooden floor. "It's no problem. I just hope my time amounts to something," he mumbled. He was the same awkward Endymion with a few new scars.
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