I ain't tryin' to fight it

The day's events had taken a turn that Seraphim hadn't expected in the least. Originally he had simply been out for a walk. That walk had become a search to see his children,, and finally become an adoption. How had he gotten here? It didn't matter. Despite that anger that had seeped from the pores of his offspring, Seraph was overjoyed with the result of the day. He had come home, to the rock garden, with a child of his own at his side.



A child completely his own. One that he didn't have to share with a vindictive bitch. One that he didn't have to share with any female. One that he could love unconditionally. Devya was the one thing he had always hoped for. He led her quietly through the beautiful garden to his overhang. He glanced down at her, noting the fear and apprehension that had suddenly shown in her. Frankly, it was impressive to him that she had maintained so much control around his aggressive children. His normally narrowed eyes opened wider, portraying gentleness as opposed to his usual cold stare. A tiny smile spread on his maw.



Devya, I am sorry about the way that my children treated you. They are mine solely by blood - I have been given no part in raising or influencing them, other than to teach them basic survival skills. He shook his head slightly as he thought again of how vehemently he resented Morphine's parenting. You won't have to worry about them. They will hardly be around you, and I will help you to learn how to deal with them properly.



While I am a member of Tortuga, it is simply to monitor them. I live here, away from the pack in this rock garden. This is where we will spend most of our time. He sat back on his haunches and and tilted his head slightly. Do you like it?






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