01-10-2009, 12:52 PM
Deuce had left the pack, and after Taliesin had beckoned him to go see her in the cabin. Once there she whispered dreams that had faded into a nothing. He had never thought that she would have left Phoenix Valley to begin with, but now here he was, his only child that stuck around was gone along with his mother. The male knew that his place wasn’t in these lands any more. They were at her side even if that meant making the pack that she wanted and dreamed of. Lucifer would follow her to the ends of the earth. Though he knew that with his father finally back that he wanted him to join in whatever trip and ideas that Deuce had, he wanted that family that he dreamed of. He gulped as he moved to where his father was living at in these lands, hoping that by the time he was ready to return to Deuce that Noah would have agreed to join them. He couldn’t leave Phoenix Valley without the grey male agreeing to join him.
The black child stood shifted for the first time since he came to these lands, he always feared that if shifted and held his head up to high, or looked to happy Iskata would find yet another way to cut him down and make him once again feel like he was not welcomed with in these lands, but however letting him know that if it wasn’t for Deuce he would never have been there. She must have found odd pleasure in making him feel like such a lesser. His claws stretched out as they formed a fist as he knocked lightly upon his father’s door. Pulling his hand back away he traced the scar upon his chest, the last thing that he would ever had connecting him back to Summer, his long past mother. ”Dad? You awake?”
The black child stood shifted for the first time since he came to these lands, he always feared that if shifted and held his head up to high, or looked to happy Iskata would find yet another way to cut him down and make him once again feel like he was not welcomed with in these lands, but however letting him know that if it wasn’t for Deuce he would never have been there. She must have found odd pleasure in making him feel like such a lesser. His claws stretched out as they formed a fist as he knocked lightly upon his father’s door. Pulling his hand back away he traced the scar upon his chest, the last thing that he would ever had connecting him back to Summer, his long past mother. ”Dad? You awake?”