Pens And Needles
Rivaxorus hadn't felt tired in some time. Some days he just got like that though, as the male rose himself from his den. A call stretched on his ears, and it stopped him in his tracks. Out of all days to hear it, this was the one. His heart raced against his chest, he forced himself to swallow it and approach the borders to the source. The large male would stand directly in front of the man who had sired him. Ears perked forward, his expression sullen. As he tried not to breath heavy, he tried not to think of much of anything at the moment. He didn't know whether to be angry, to be happy, or what. As he swallowed his own words he breathed a bit carefully. Rivaxorus had one, very simple, very serious question for his father. "Why?" he asked rather pained. His eyes furrowed towards him, looking a little confused. He wasn't angry Cypress was here, in fact there was a lot of things he wanted to talk about with his dad. Yet suddenly he was flashed with pain he thought was forgotten. A hole being bore into his heart that had been patched up by the pack and wife to be he had.
Rivaxorus wasn't sure what he was expecting from his question. What exactly was he asking why to? Rivaxorus lowered his head and sighed, "I.... missed you." he muttered looking off to the side. What was in the past was the past, and he knew that if he didn't give his father a chance he would be no better than his sister. He shook the feeling free, his mis match eyes matching those of his father just in an opposite direction. Like looking into a mirror. |
