smokescreen [samael]

He had been steadily moving towards the north once more. His mind was set. His pack would rise, but first he needed to collect his children. They needed to all be informed of their new freedoms and that their "grandfather" had been disposed of. His chest and neck was still sore and scabbed over. Ther signs that he would bare new scars. He was ignorant to the world right now. A man on a mission to retrieve the daughter that had been scarred for her life and Sathanus. HE knew both preferred the cold of the north, they would be the easiest to find.

He gave pause as a figure took shape in the snow ahead. Lirika sat against a tree, her aging body looking like it always had, tempting. She had disappeared though without word, had not given darya or Dom the chance to prove they could be Shamans as well. He gave no fucks about traditions. Those sorts of things were meant to change throughout the years.

Needless something had to give between them. HE approached her cautiously. No words were to be given. Both of them needed to make amends but his pride would not allow him to do it first.