why so wordy o.O idk but this seems to have hit the wrap up soon point?
Another huff followed Oak's words. This time his brother had hit a true nerve, but Cyp did his best to hide it behind a light laugh and a shake of his head knowing that Oak had not meant
it that way. After all, he could hardly deny that he was the smallest of his brothers. He had not been blessed with the large frame that came from the prior generations in their maternal bloodline. Instead he had been crafted from the genes of their sire.
All but the blue of his eyes. For the longest time he had thought that his smaller stature had left more for him to prove of himself and that he had been born less than equal to his brothers. Only now was he beginning to realize that to escape their shadows
all he had to do was be himself and follow his own path into the light rather than chasing the heels of others.
While Anu might worry for him, Cypress was sure that he garnered no special attention or thoughts from his mother that was not intended for all her sons. If he had learned one thing, it was that their mother
did not play favorites, but had simply known from the beginning that each of her sons would require her love in a different way. Just as the many different blooms in her garden.
A light frown had settled over Cypress face as he pondered upon Mars and his family. The scarred lines across one side of his face made the expression seem all the more grim as he nodded in acknowledgement of his brothers
words. He wondered if there was some fundamental difference in those with dog blood. After what he had witness from Mars just prior to his banishment he couldn't help but think that there must be. After all, Mars had made no effort to be a part of the pack,
to earn the trust and respect of his pack mates, and become a part of Crimson Dreams family structure. Instead he had tried to place all the blame on Savina and the rest of the pack by accusing them of not caring about him or his. Eventually
in train of thought would bring him back around to his time in Inferni and he would realize his error in judgment. It was not a flaw in blood, but of character, but it would take time for him to reach such a conclusion.
Stop that. Cypress spoke, though his own words were distorted by a yawn that split his maw wide and made his eyes water. See what you started? It was so easy to be becoming drowse in front of the fire. Even though
his fur was still damp, but the warmth of the fire had taken away it's chill and now that Oak had him yawning it felt as if a nap was only a few minutes away from closed eyes. If your going now, you might wanna get a move on. Wouldn't want
Mother to find you sleeping on the job, would we? Another playful jab of words, but there was sleepy look behind the laughter.
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