02-22-2009, 01:48 PM
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He began taking everything outside of his den. The few belongings he had, that was. He would bring a fur or two so that he would have something to sleep with during his travels and then again when he finally made it to Maine. He would bring some of his medicines perhaps, and whatever else he felt would fit into his small bag.
The voice that permeated the air surprised the silver male. When he looked up, he couldn’t believe who he saw. It had been a long time since he had last seen his son. Apollo had done a lot of growing up since then. He actually looked like a young man now. When he was caught in the bind of his son’s arms, he could feel the warm tears fill his eyes. Somehow that embrace was so reassuring for him.
"Apollo," he started, pulling his son away so that he could get a better look at him. "You’ve done some growing up," he commented through the tears with a smile. He looked a lot like Dierdre, and that thought broke his heart.