As the sable female looked the silvered male over she let out an involuntary shiver, she could not help it, there was something so wrong with this male, he had changed in the time since she had last seen him, he was broken somehow. This was a great worry to the ebony pelted female, she looked at him as he seemed to stagger about the place and all of a sudden it was very apparent what was happening here, Soran herself had crawled into a bottle and a bag of drugs to numb pain before, she knew what it looked like and it looked a hell of a lot like this. But that couldn't possible be the case could it? Not her silver step son? The one that she had been so sure of, the one that she had been certain would be the one that would remain on the high pedestal on which she had put him? No, he couldn't have done this, he must have seen his mother fall to drink, Soran knew all about that, Deuce had told her, surely he would never want to be that way, after seeing the broken wreck that it had made of his mother? Perhaps though that was what he wanted, perhaps something terrible had happened? Soran herself had fallen to drink and drugs when Summer had died, then she had wanted to be that wreck, to be the broken doll in the house, to be the mess that she was, only when she was that mess did the pain seem dulled somehow, the drink and drugs may have turned her into a recluse, talking to herself and punching walls, but it had stopped the feeling that her heart had been pulled out through her chest, the agony of the gaping wound stopping her being able to breathe. Perhaps that had been what Noah had wanted? But why? Why would he do that to himself? He spoke again and the dark female's ears flattened against her skull, he said that he did not know her, had she ever been this bad herself? She could not help but wonder that as the memories of the drunken rants that she would have to herself in her room, shouting at imaginary ghosts, flooded over her, she usually had known who others were though, even if she had no idea who she was, or for that matter where she was.
The male stumbled away from her, lurching about the place as he did so, he chuckled to himself as he turned to look at her, asking whether or not he had a mom, the dark female's eyes widened in shock and her ears flattened further against her skull, seeming to disappear into her curled mane as they did so.
Of course you have a mother Noah! Deuce, Deuce Rhiannon? Surely you remember her? Please! The dark female replied, her tone filled with concern for her silver step son, her heart breaking a little more every time that she looked at him, how could he not know his own mother now? She simply had to hope that by saying her name that the memories would come flooding back, she had the feeling that if she mentioned Lucifer that that might trigger a memory, as Hollow had always done for her when she was out of it, but she did not want to inflict that kind of cruelty upon the male, his father had been evil and even saying his name brought a foul taste to the dark female's mouth. The male beckoned for her to follow and she obeyed, although all of the signs screamed at Soran to run, to hide from this male who was so clearly broken the more sensible side of her nature, the motherly side forced her to follow him, to make sure that he was alright, after all he might pass out and swallow his own tongue or choke on his own vomit; she could never forgive herself if that happened to him when she had the chance to help him. He said that had he known her then he wouldn't want her to follow him, the female gave a sigh and rubbed a dark hand across her eyes, this was going to be a difficult thing, but somehow she knew that she had to help the three legged male. He ran into a tree, patted it fondly and spoke to it, oh yes, he was most definitely drunk, if Soran had not been sure of it before then by that simple act she was sure of it then. She followed him, keeping a few paces behind him in case he suddenly fell backwards, this way she could rush forward and prevent him from cracking his skull open on a rock; it would hurt her injured arm to take his weight, but she would still have to try, it was the only way. The male then suggested that she came to party with him and have a drink, the dark female nodded in reply; if she had a drink with him then perhaps she could monitor his drinking, perhaps she could sneak away any extra bottles when he inevitably fell asleep.
She followed behind him as he mentioned Hotshot, Soran's brow furrowed again, who was Hotshot? Perhaps he was his dealer, or worse still an imaginary friend, oh how she hoped that he had not fallen so far as to be hallucinating companions?
I will follow you and have a drink with you if that is what you want, but I must ask, who is this Hotshot that you're talking about? Soran asked, her hands trembling a little, she was so worried about this male, what might happen to him if she were to leave after all? No it did not bear thinking about, she would have to stay and look after him, for her mate, for Deuce and for herself of course, she could not leave him, she would never have a clear conscience if she did so.
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