12-15-2007, 03:31 AM
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From his brother and his mate's testimonies, the grey pup thought he had a fairly basic understanding of his father's "issues," but he knew he would never know the complete story until he finally met the man for himself. It puzzled him somewhat that while neither Gabriel nor Faolin thought he would hurt his own children, they still considered him "dangerous" (well, Gabriel moreso than Faolin). What confused him the most was that... if Laruku cared at all, wouldn't be come around more often? If he was willing to accept Rachias into his pack, then why not come around and visit the rest of his children more often? Arkham figured he was probably a busy guy, especially now that he knew his father was a leader also, but he had had time to drop by when they were younger, right? He had been there to help provide food and to take his mother out on some evenings, but even then, he had never stopped to spend any time with his children? Did he really care at all?
Melisande seemed like a nice person though and the longer they walked, the more at ease he became. Maybe it was because she knew he was her brother's child now, but he didn't mind.
The river had indeed slowed and for a moment, he simply stared at it stupidly. It was still the same width as before, but the current seemed lazy and subdued, like it was about to fall asleep. It was shallower too and he could see the riverbed covered with rocks and drifting plants. All the same, Arkham was wary of the line that divided land and water and approached it slowly. He also didn't like having the femme behind him even if he liked her okay -- he had just met her; anything could happen. Or something. He didn't know yet where the line was between caution and paranoia.
Melisande seemed like a nice person though and the longer they walked, the more at ease he became. Maybe it was because she knew he was her brother's child now, but he didn't mind.
I have a big family,the coyote child said, smiling a little,
One more won't matter.He wagged his tail a little bit, vaguely wondering if Andre realized just how many wolves he was probably related to (oh, if only he could imagine that the Sadira line probably extended further than the Lykois). Not that it mattered considering he hated them all anyway.
The river had indeed slowed and for a moment, he simply stared at it stupidly. It was still the same width as before, but the current seemed lazy and subdued, like it was about to fall asleep. It was shallower too and he could see the riverbed covered with rocks and drifting plants. All the same, Arkham was wary of the line that divided land and water and approached it slowly. He also didn't like having the femme behind him even if he liked her okay -- he had just met her; anything could happen. Or something. He didn't know yet where the line was between caution and paranoia.
Why doesn't someone build a bridge?he wondered out loud, finally wetting his feet a little and taking two steps into rumbling river.