11-13-2007, 01:19 AM
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The male was finding himself quite happy now that he was home. The Prince of the Sadira line had caught the faint and dead trace of his brother, a creature that smelled like his brother, and a creature that smelled like his very own son. Well, Haku. Mostly Colibri's son. It was strange how defined the line of that litter had been, whereas Tybalt loved both his parents equally. Melisande had been his angel, his precious gem. Her sister and brother seemed hardly aware of his existence. With a soft sigh the male reached down with his maw, flicking his tongue at the lake for a few moments before he turned, face dripping, to walk around the packlands.
The golden moon on his flank was still bright and glinting, and as the moon overhead beamed down on him he wondered just what his mother thought of the man he had become. Yes, he had left his children in the hands of the pack, hoping to find a comfort Clouded Tears had not offered him. Yes, he had forsaken his first love to be with another, and now had a family he felt a part of. Yes, he had become happy, and had come back, ready to make amends. "Did I please you Mother?" He mumbled, remembering crying with his daughter on Ceres' grave, and the awful awful child who had been there. Her name, her face, everything but her horrible manners and lack of tact had wanderd away. But she was not hte focus of his thoughts, his children and mother, the ones he had lost, kept flooding his mind. Maybe they were happy, or so he hoped, wherever they were.