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Salsola had not existed for very long, and many of its members were still strangers to the platinum eyed youth. He had worked on becoming more outgoing, for he had several issues to work through to become a strong member of the Family. Salvia was well on her way becoming something in life, and the male wanted to be a part of that path and follow her. Always, he wanted to be by her side. There were cruel memories locked in his head; a burning relative and blood and screams. This place was safer, and Pan was not ignorant of his gifted genes. He was no longer a small, defenceless child, but his mother had given birth to a new litter, and the protector instinct in him was fierce.
The adult called him love, and if he had ever managed to create an air of dignity, he would have lost a great deal of it then. Grey eyes fell from hers at once, and as the small change was accompanied by the touch of a frown, it revealed his awkwardness well. He wanted to tell her who he was and what he was, but Pandemic’s voice was often absent in the presence of individuals he did not know well. The response to her name was a smile though, for he thought of the little, sweet growth she had been named after. Although the humid, dark caves of Anathema had been his favourite place in the whole world, he had eventually started to like the open air and its rich taste, as well as both flora and fauna that was found here. He wanted to like Clover.
She even asked who he was, and his perfect onyx tail wagged without restraint. ”I’m Pandemic D’Angelo,” he voiced, mentally groaning at the instability in his voice brought on by the age where boy became man. He wanted her to understand who he was. Would she be impressed, learning that he was the only son of Eris Eternity and Larkspur D’Angelo? There was a silent pride in being the only male offspring of the pair. Wretch was lost and gone and dead to him, but he had many new, female siblings. Yes, Pandemic’s life was full of joy and love. ”What are you doing?” Colourless eyes settled on the smoking stick residing between two slender fingers.
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