Judge, Jury, Executioner
02-10-2019, 01:40 PM
In response to The first thing Rhyme had done upon his return was snuggle his girls. He had half expected not to have returned to them. The feeling of relief when the deed was done had become tainted with disgust. Rhyme didn’t feel like a glorious raider, and the blood on his paws would never be washed away. However, the threat was gone. He could sleep easily once more, though that hadn’t much been the case so far. Rhyme had been quiet since his return, keeping to himself instead of letting his emotions out to those he cared about most. He bottled everything up, and though he was recovering he didn’t feel any better. He lay quietly by the rapids, his favorite place in Abaven but also the place where his son had his final resting place. It was a somber place now, and felt perfect for his current mood. He might not have moved from the place all day if he hadn’t heard Valentine’s call at the border. His words from that night earlier in the winter came back to him. "We will discuss your failings later." His father’s voice repeated inside his head and he felt his heart drop. He realised he felt just like when he’d been a pup and his father had scolded him. Except now the stakes were so much higher. He couldn’t quite decipher his father’s mood from his voice, but dread seemed to take a tighter hold. Reluctantly he lifted himself from his place, though he would have liked to drag his paws he knew leaving his father waiting would do no good for either of them. Moving faster than he had since before the raid Rhyme went to meet Valentine at the border. He felt a bit of relief to see there would be no audience, the two of them could sort out their differences in private. "Father." He greeted with a quick nod as he seated himself, trying not to let his limbs shake. His shortcomings were laid out before them, and the consequences for his actions would be met out. |
