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[Gotham Phoenix]

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Gotham was returning home from one of his many outtings away from the territory. There were many, many things wrong with what he was doing outside the Crimson Dreams, but he'd never dare to mention it to his family; especially his poor mother, who'd suffered a lot since he'd returned home. Rather, he'd keep them his little secret, only shared with the other canines involved.

Now he was back in his own territory, though. He was on his way home to the manor. He'd be able to sleep in a warm bed again soon. And no one will know I'd even left! Phoenix, you are a nasty one. He thought it with a smirk, glad to be rid of the guilt that had tormented him the first few nights. Now he was feeling that unfamiliar hint of freedom that normally came to loners. Not the best thing in the world for a 'prince' to feel... and to become addicted to.

A voice shouting nearby snapped him out of his devious thoughts (oh my!) and the young boy stopped in his tracks and looked around. The wind was kind enough to bring her scent to his nose when he saw nothing of interest. Aunt Ghita? What's she doing out here? He cocked his head to the side. Better still, why is she cursin' like that? With that, boy decided to check things out.

He trotted up to her in his optime form, leather jacket worn over a black t-shirt and some loose-fitting cargo jeans. "Aunt Ghita, what's wrong?" She was standing and looking somewhat irritated when he came onto the scene, and despite the obvious height difference, he felt small; he hated it when family, especially the female half, had that look. "I heard you curse there... is everything alright?"

It had been a long while since he'd spoken with Ghita, and he took a moment to let his memory pick out certain things about her; her fur, her eyes, her hair, and especially memorable, her scent. She smelled a lot like his mother, and despite being one of those relatives he didn't talk to often, that alone made her someone he felt comfortable around.

He was just musing over this when he remembered something vital; this was Aro's mother. The same cousin he was infatuated with. Suddenly, all that easiness washed away, replaced with that instinctive fear that she'd somehow find out. How would she react? Would she react the same way he expected his mother to react? Would she freak out and punish Aro? Ich, no need to get scared, Phoenix. She's just your aunt. Chill out.