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The young boy gazed up at the raining sky, wondering when it would light up again. The days were turning darker. He was not certain if he liked that. As always he was thinking of Alexey. A few months ago she had kicked him out of her bed and her room. When would she take the next step and kick him out of the house? Nothing had been brought up, but the young male still feared it. He shivered at that thought. Weren’t wolves supposed to sleep together in groups originally? He had no idea. Things had changed and Conor only knew how things were now. What could be wrong to live close together with another pack member? Could that be wrong? Was that wrong? Such silly thoughts. There were lots of them everywhere. He was becoming better at controlling them, but they sometimes popped up anyway. Only because he cared. He led a comfortable life here now. His father was never to be seen and he was starting to know the pack better. He couldn’t wait to get his adult rank and start taking more responsibilities. His aunt had taught him the art of reading and it was great. So much to read and there never seemed to be enough time. He had read under a tree not too far away from Cwmfen’s home, but had closed the book and stuck it close against his chest when it started to rain again. Violet eyes merely gazed at the falling water now, absent with thought.
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pretty pink Onus-table to match pretty purple Conor-table :3
The vigilante's feet were carrying him back towards the lands of Dahlia. Back to his family. He had adapted to that thought better than he thought he would. Family. He had never really had a family. His mother had never really loved him, even before she had decided to try and kill her only son. The pup had thought she had, but looking back he knew that there had never been any love in that woman's heart. Maybe before he had opened his eyes. The moment he had though anything even resembling love had vanished. Now he had his own family. Onus had found love with Cwmfen. Even then he hadn't expected lives to come from their love. They had though. Two small lives that were so unique, an almost perfect blend of the two parents. They were not like other pups and he sometimes wondered if that were a bad thing. The twins seemed content though, and he supposed that that was enough.
Water began to fall from the sky once more and the coyote was glad of his hat and trench coat. They kept him dry for the most part no matter how hard the rain poured. He was glad it was dark and raining though, that meant the chances of him running into another Dahlian were slim. The coyote had yet to be found by another belonging to this pack and he wanted to keep it that way. If none saw him that none could go run their mouths to their bastard of a second-in-command. He wanted to keep Haku in the dark about his presence as much as he possibly could.
The clothed shadow passed into the territory and through the trees, making a beeline for the oak tree where Cwmfen and the pups would be. The rain masked the scent of the youth and so Onus' nose did not detect his presence. He was also foolishly assuming that no one would be around. The boy was off to his right, but not very far, and he was in the open.
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Kind of pp with Conor running up in front of him, poke me if it's not okay. 300+
The boy wrinkled his nose as he thought about the book with its fragile pages. Not too long ago when he just had learned to read, he had found a book with beautiful cover and beautifully illustrated pages that he had wanted to start reading. He had left it outside the house for a few hours while it had been raining hard, and the book was forever ruined. Paper did not survive water. It puzzled the young male because he knew paper was made out of trees, and they handled humidity just fine. He wondered how the paper was made. How could tree be turned into such a fine and thin matter?
Lilac eyes turned sharp when movement suddenly was registered. It was an adult luperci that Conor had never laid eyes on before. While Conor did not believe he knew absolutely everyone in the pack at the moment, he had never heard of a pack member clothed and with such an odd and coyote like appearance. Yes, Conor knew the differences between the different canine types. He had never seen a coyote before, but he knew that their forms usually were slightly smaller (though he thought this one was a large one) and had sharper muzzles and stuff. The boy’s eyes widened and he clumsily got up on his feet. The man was headed straight towards Cwmfen’s home.
Now, Conor had never considered himself brave, but if some unknown man was running straight into Dahlia and towards the home where a mother and two small children lived, he could not allow it. While he was not strong enough to stand against the cruel forces of the world yet, he knew what was right and wrong and would do his best to protect his home. The book was left behind as the young boy started to sprint in an uneven half circle to cut the man off. As he drew closer and ran to place his young body between the oddly dressed adult and Cwmfen’s home, he crunched slightly, ready for a fight, no matter how short it would be.
”Who are you and what do you want!” the boy challenged, lilac eyes betraying him and revealing distress.
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s'all good 
Off to the side he heard some muffled shuffling, but didn't pay it any attention. Chances were it was just an opossum or raccoon trying to get out of the rain and up a tree. Hopefully water wasn't running into the den, it would be a great shame if the new books he had just found to read to the twins got soaked and ruined. Onus understood what a precious commodity books were and how fragile they were. They could easily tear and water was probably the worst thing for them. The pages would disintegrate if they became too moist. He had come across many books ruined that way. He was dependent on the childrens books, he knew no stories for pups of his own. No fanciful tales to relay to his children. When he read them the stories it was the one time that the man knew he was doing something right, something they liked and he didn't feel like a complete failure at. There were plenty more books in the store where he had found the current ones, but he didn't want to lose any of them.
The coyote's pace slowed as he heard rushed movements now. Those were not some small woodland creature, that was a canine. The hair on the back of his neck rose, ready to defend himself if it came to it. He should have known this time would come, that a member of the pack would finally see him and some kind of aggressive discourse would ensue. Cercelee had warned him to be civil and show respect, and he would, as long as the Dahlian didn't attack first and ask questions later. Onus was a hardened fighter and if someone came after him he wasn't going to lay down and take it.
The sounds became louder and soon he was able to detect movement in the dark as a lanky youth came and stopped before him, blocking the path to the den. It was only a boy though. One coming into adulthood, but a boy nonetheless. The vigilante could see the nerves in his eyes. He was no fighter, just a frightened youth trying to protect his home. Onus' posture remained the same, calm and neutral. "Easy." As always his voice was rough, but it was not harsh. "I have permission from Cercelee to be here. I'm only returning to Cwmfen's den. Don't want to bother anybody." Hopefully the scared youth wouldn't do something stupid like call more of the pack. Especially not Haku. The Soul man would surely just love that.
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Conor did not like threatening people with a hostile face. His face was smooth though his lips still tight, hiding away those blistering white fangs. The stranger’s lack of open expression was almost frightening. It reminded him of his father. Haku Soul could compete with statues and this masked canine seemed to be able to do so as well. There was no way to say what was hiding behind the skin and flesh. His father carried a great evil within. What did the trespasser carry behind the façade? Ears flickered ever so gently when the rough voice sounded, but he stood his ground and was determined not to acknowledge fear. The explanation given was not expected and the boy did not want to trust those words. Cwmfen was a strange creature and Conor felt protective of the mother and her children. She had treated him with kindness from the moment they had met and he wanted to repay her in every way that he could.
It was always the possibility to call out for help, but was there any reason to? Cercelee had permitted him to be here, but was that the truth? ”How can I trust that your words are true?” he asked after another moment of hesitation. The young male took a step backwards, not in fear, but because he considered what the older male had said and wanted his movement to reveal that the path would be open if he received a satisfying explanation. That this was the twins’ father was something the young wolf never would consider on his own.
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The coyote was thankful that he hadn't been halted by some snarling wolf itching for a fight. Such an encounter would not have ended well. It really was a shame that his time here had finally been discovered by another Dahlian though. Hopefully this youth were not the gossiping type and would keep this all to himself. Though in his experience that was not exactly the way that young minds functioned most of the time. He would most likely need to be even more vigilant after this. As the twins grew and began to explore more and more, he grew nervous. Haku Soul would be the type to kill them and make it look like an accident so his place in the pack could remain intact. Onus didn't like it when they were not in the sight of he or Cwmfen. It was too dangerous. Anywhere where that madman had power was too dangerous for his children.
The young wolf seemed to consider his words and then spoke again. Well, he had to give the kid credit, at least he had the sense to be suspicious and not just let anyone waltz past him. That kind of suspicion would serve him well in life. "I don't lie," the man said with conviction that brooked no argument, but he knew that probably wouldn't be enough to appease the Dahlian. "You may go ask Cercelee or Cwmfen." Both of them would corroborate his story. The idea of telling him that Cwmfen's children belonged to him passed through his thoughts, but he pushed it away. The fewer that knew that fact the better. That had been his thought since their birth and he still held it tightly.
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Conor knew that he should let the man pass, but he found the adult interesting despite the strong scent of some kind of unknown odour. The boy’s gaze suddenly started to scan the nearby scenery. He had just thought of a good reason to not leave the stranger alone. ”Okay. I can follow you to Cwmfen’s den so that my dad won’t be angry if he sees a non-Dahlian wandering around alone in the pack lands.” He stepped out of the way and to the dressed coyote’s side. A friendly smile was placed on his light maw. The lavender orbs held nothing of his dad’s madness. There was richer brown closer to his father’s fur colour on the boy’s back, but aside from that Conor looked most like his mother. Where his unique eye colour came from, nobody knew. He wondered who this man was anyways. He looked like an interesting person. ”I am Conor Soul. Is Cwmfen your friend?” The boy wondered. His tail wagged slowly in good spirits. It struck him that the man did not seem like the typical cheery person that it was easy to have a loose chat with, but there was no way to know without trying.
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sorry for the wait ><;
If the boy believed him and let him pass then that was great. If not, and he wanted to accompany him back to the den so as to ask Cwmfen of the validity of his words then that was fine as well. As long as he didn't call out for help from another Dahlian member. Onus was certain that Haku was jumping on any and all chances that could possibly lead to him having the chance to do something to him, and he had no doubt that the subleader would be the one to show up if the boy did call out. Thankfully he did not, though behind the veil his eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Haku Soul is your father?" The man looked at the boy with a changed perspective, and yet still he found very little trace of the brute in him. Though that was the his credit in the vigilante's eyes. He stepped to join him by his side and smiled up at him. He didn't know where he had gained his manners, but they were certainly not from his sire.
Onus started their slow and casual walk towards the great oak tree where his family lived. As Conor gave his name it confirmed that his assumption had been correct. "Onus." The multi-hued youth had been cooperative enough this night when he would not have had to and so for that he was rewarded with the coyote's name. "You could say that." He wasn't about to reveal himself as the father of her children so readily, however. As of now he did not know what the boy's relationship with his father was and so he was going to be quite careful with what he said.
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Golden ears perked slightly when his father’s full name sounded. It was silly, but Conor did not really feel at ease being openly tied like that to the evil Lilium, but this was something he could not change. The boy had been very unfortunate with both parents, but he would never have existed without them either. It was dumb to dream and wish for other parents really because if he had had other parents then he would not have been Conor. He kind of liked it a bit despite it all, because some people actually seemed genuinely surprised when they were told that he was the beta’s son. Was it that they expected him to be a younger version of his father? Such assumptions could not really be frowned upon either because the young wolf had read that children usually did resemble their parents both in appearance and (to Conor’s dismay) personality traits. Conor was working very hard to make sure he was nothing like his sire. Haku was evil. Conor was not. He knew he was not.
”Yes.” the boy’s voice finally sounded, confirming the connection between him and Haku. Did this man, Onus, know Haku? Was he the beta’s friend? Conor certainly did not like the thought of that, and he felt the genuinely friendly smile turn slightly stiff. Was it possible for the man to be friend of both sub-leaders at the same time? ”Are you a friend of my dad's too?” he then asked, feeling quite dreadful as he waited for the answer.
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Conor certainly didn't seem like his father. Onus had honed the skill of being able to read people and what they were like quickly, it was something that came in very handy for the kind of work he did, and he couldn't see that darkness that was so prevalent in the brown male in his son. Perhaps Haku was no kinder to his offspring than he was to anyone else. When the coyote thought about it that probably made the most sense. The Soul male wasn't the type to purposefully reproduce, he would only look at them as a very troublesome and unfortunate aftermath of his escapades...or unwilling conquers as Onus was sure most of them were. Someone else had undoubtedly raised this boy, and from the looks of it had done a good job of it. Much better than what the beast that was his father could have.
He didn't respond to the confirmation seeing as he had more or less already gotten it. He could sense the subtle changes in the youth on this topic; he wasn't comfortable. It would seem that he was not exactly fond of his bloodline. When Conor asked if he and Haku were friends Onus invisibly bristled beneath his coat. "No. Not at all," the older male answered more gruffly than usual. The thought of him being friends with such a despicable creature made his skin crawl. No, the only thing he wished to happen to that wolf was for him to die slow and painfully. That was all he deserved.
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Ears folded backwards in mild curiosity when he detected the tone in the man’s voice when he clearly revealed that this was not one that loved Haku. Well, Conor could not really imagine many that did. The young boy was curious because he did not know how the majority outside of Dahlia de Mai experienced the man. There was some sick pleasure too, knowing that some other individuals saw the Lilium for what he was as well. Conor suddenly felt the need to dig more for some nasty gossip about his sire. Thankfully he managed to get hold of himself. It was not his business and it was no reason to try to change that. He wanted to have nothing to do with Haku at all. If it had not been for Alexey and the rest of the family in Dahlia, the boy believed he could not have survived here. The sacrifice would be too immense if he left Dahlia.
The lavender eyed boy decided to go on, now coming with a question that he really looked forward to get an answer too. ”How do you see through the piece of cloth?” Which eye-colour did he have? Oh, and why did he smell so strongly of some- yeah, what did he smell of? ”And you really smell weird too, why is that?” He felt like a small puppy again, childish and blue eyed. ”I'm sure I sound very silly, but I’ve never met anyone like you before. You seem interesting, just like Cwmfen.” he decided to add, smiling apologetically.
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Silence stretched on, but he got the sense that the boy approved of the fact that he was not friends with Haku. He doubted that the Soul man even had any friends. Who could be close to such a vile creature? Onus did not understand why Cercelee had placed the monster so high in her pack, it seemed like a rather irresponsible move to him. Haku was a loose cannon, a dangerous thing that he couldn't believe any pack would tolerate, much less in such a high position of power. Once again he wished that he could find a way to make Cwmfen see what a danger he was and convince her to take their children and leave this place. It was too risky for the twins here. The moment they were unattended someone would happen to them, the man felt it in his gut.
Suddenly a barrage of questions was thrown his way and he thought he was talking to someone much younger than the near adult beside him. He was used to such questions flying from the mouths of youths, but usually not someone as old as Conor. He guessed the boy really couldn't help himself, Onus knew that he was quite the unusual figure. He supposed their mutual dislike of the kid's father gave them a sort of camaraderie, and so he answered the questions slowly, one by one. "With practice it is not hard." He had the wrap on so often that when he took it off his oculars felt overloaded and the world was far too bright and saturated. "I mask my scent so I'm harder to track down. It is good for what I do." The Old Spice used to serve more of a purpose than it did now, but it was just habit for the male to wear it.
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I'll start to wrap it up in my next reply.
Lavender eyes glanced at the coyote’s face, but made sure that he did not stare because that would be rude. The next question that sounded then in his mind was why. Why was the man wearing the white cloth anyway? Conor could think of no advantage it could offer. This also went for the smell. Masking the man’s scent it did, but the scent of the perfume would leave traces just like any scent and if this man had any enemies then they would surely just track down the fake scent just as easily? Conor already felt more bothersome than he felt comfortable with, but he could not stop once he had started. ”But won’t people track down your perfume scent instead?” The man said that it was good for what he did. What did he do? Conor’s focus went to a mental image of a comic he had found in his dad’s cellar at one point, a human in tricot and a mask. Was this some sort of hero? That could not be real because there were no such things as superpowers and stuff like that. This man was simply odd, but Conor decided that he liked him nevertheless. They were far from alike, the two of them, but the boy sensed the air of justice and good in the masked coyote, and that immediately turned him into a friend.
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The cologne served very little purpose anymore, especially in these wild lands. In the cities the scent was something more common and so he was much harder to find. Of course in the beginning he hadn't always worn his clothes and hadn't always worn the scent. At night he would don them and go out and fight the criminals he could and then once morning came he would find a lake or river and wash himself clean of the spiced scent. He had been younger then, and not as good at hiding himself, and so it had been a necessary precaution. Despite its lack of utility now, it was something the coyote had come to identify himself with. That scent was more his than whatever natural odor he had, just as the cloth was more fitting of him than the eyes beneath it. He had come to despise his optics less with Cwmfen, but she and their children were the only ones he would expose them too. No one else would understand.
"Yes. It once was more useful than it is now. Am very good at hiding myself now though. Don't worry much about scent-tracking." Onus could hide in plain sight if he needed to, and do it quite effectively. In his old cities he had been able to imitate a gargoyle on the edge of a building better than any canine could have thought. It all went back to physical discipline and endurance. He could stay stone still for hours if it were required of him. It had taken him many years to be so apt, but he was now, and he never let his training falter.
Onus looked over to Conor. "You should not tell Haku you met me. He wants to kill me." There was no hint of fear or worry in his voice, he was simply stating a fact. He could have just as easily been saying the sky was blue or the grass was green. The man didn't really think that the younger Soul boy would go and share such an encounter with his sire, but it was better to say it than to leave it to chance.
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You can reply one last time if you want.
Conor was surprised to feel jealousy course mildly through his system now as he walked with the older man. Onus was strong and courageous. The man had done nothing to prove he inhabited these skills, but there was no doubt in the youth’s heart that Onus was those two things and more. Conor admired strength, especially because he wanted to be just that. He thought about Cwmfen and her teachings. Now, the two males did not know each other, but Conor already wondered if it could be possible to convince the coyote to teach him a trick or two. The trick with the scent was interesting and smart.
Golden ears flattened fully when the man’s last words reached him. There was absolutely no reason for Conor to do that. ”He wants to kill many people.” The boy had never really seen his father in action and wondered who would be the victorious if Onus and Haku collided. He fully sided with Onus, this he already knew. There was no more distance between the two optimes and Cwmfen den now. "Here we are, I'll be going now." Conor knew he would be intruding if he stayed, so he turned slightly, ready to leave. ”I hate him,” he suddenly added darkly before he started to walk away, determined to run into Onus again soon.
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Onus was not surprised to hear that he was not the only one that Haku Soul wished to kill. It was a two-way street however, and he knew that there were many that also wished death upon the Dahlian brute. Honestly though, he had said that to Conor more so for the youth's protection than his own. The coyote could take care of himself, and no matter how much it irked Haku, he had permission to be here and to attack him would only be giving him the opportunity to fight him back without having to worry about Cwmfen needing to fulfill her loyalties. As much as he wanted that, he knew Haku would not be so foolish as to try it right now. However, he wouldn't put it past the man to beat his own son for unveiling such news. The man would have no qualms shooting the messenger.
The trip to the den had passed quickly and when they reached it he was a little surprised to see that the boy had apparently learned all he needed to know as far as Onus being allowed here. The man nodded to him as he turned to leave but then Conor turned back to say one last thing. "I hate him." The words reverberated in the space between them and before Conor was out of earshot the vigilante replied, "So do I." He turned to climb up into the tree for the night and had the distinct feeling that this would not be the last time that he would be seeing Conor Soul.
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