Dreamend Discharger
12-17-2015, 09:18 PM
Kar would return back to the den that night. Thank goodness for Mystic coming home, he thought to himself. Mystic had made raising Mako just a little easier. His little son was coming up strong, despite being part of a broken family. Mako, named for his first friend here in Alacritia... Kar could only wonder what happened to the one his son was named for. Was he still out there somewhere? What about Zanire? What about the rest of his children? The male would release a small sigh. So many faces, and all that was left of them were memories. Things were hard for him, yes, though perhaps not as hard as his daughter might have thought. Kar might have been older, but he wasn’t dead yet, and he would remind himself he still had two children to keep living for. No matter what happened, no matter what life through at him, Kar would keep pushing. He would breathe in the scent of the den. Nalyda’s scent had faded, but he would not forget his wife’s presence. Even if he one day decided to take another mate he knew he would never, ever forget Nalyda’s presence. She had given him a great many children, wonderful children, and he was endlessly thankful for that. Kar would breathe in slowly before curling up next to his sleeping son, closing his eyes. It was only a matter of time before Kar began to stir again. When he opened his eyes however he was not in the den with Mako, but rather a rich green meadow. He would breathe in, noticing how fresh the air here tasted. Kar would rise to a sitting position, ears perking up upon his head as he looked around. What was this place? Why was here here? Where was his kids? He’d sniff the air, looking around in alarm. “Mako, Mystic?” Speech, Thought |