Momentum
The night lingered on so easily - his own den with his own thoughts. While haunted so easily, there was still a lot to take care of. Razor sighed with a bit of a shiver, when he thought about it, maybe it was just the feeling of a heavy heart. His ears listened to the pounding of his blood and heart beating. Like he was sinking to a bottom of a River - and the walls broke when he scented his father. Razor had realized he had been walking for some time. Small paws scraping against the wall as his blue eyes reflected on the back of the tail he recognized as his fathers. A frown appearing on his soft features
the gods hadn't damned him. If he knew of much, it was of their kindness. Zakuro's harshness could be something of an illusion, but Denki knew well enough to take care of his
father of blood and soul.
"They won't ever throw something in your path that the know you can't conquer." the soft whisper of his voice carried as he looked off to the side. If it was how Razor saw it - their mothers death was more of a kick start. Riv had probably already been thinking about leaving for a long time. Growing up was a part of it, their sister was missing. That itself was another hit on their family they had wanted to keep in close. Razor let a smile rise on his lips as he sauntered over to his father. Comfort, was all he could care to give him. Pressing his nose to his shoulder, his blue eyes looked up at him. Breathing a little harsh as always as he let out a sigh. Sitting himself next to him, he purposely leaned against his king so to speak.
"I think - Zakuro felt mom had done enough fighting. If it was the way she wanted it, then he wanted it that way too. Denki and Itsume are left behind to rekindle what's broken of us." his soft gaze stared at his paws. "Every life has a purpose - and we have to stay determined for that purpose. If we've lost one purpose we can make another." Razor knew all of this could do more harm then good. He wasn't strong, he was no healer either. He put almost all his trust in the stars now, it was getting easier to find his way around as well. He hummed a bit softly. "They're all crying for you papa - but they want you to be happy. To be you. I sure mom would want the same thing. She loved you after all." another shiver left his body tired.
Razor Adravendi
