Far Away

He was so broken, it was a wonder how he had managed to bring himself all the way to Vahalla. Since Desdemona's disappearance the white man had wanted to do nothing more than simply lie down somewhere and waste away. She had been the love of his life, the reason he believed he had been put on this earth for. And now she was gone. Completely and utterly gone, not even wasting her breath in order to give him a proper goodbye. It was like the world was over for him. What did he have to live for now? The reason for his extistance had abandoned him, left him for no good reason. He shouldn't have come knocking at Chrysanthe's door. She had enough responsibilities as an alpha to be worrying about him. He couldn't bother her with his petty problems, and yet here he was, broken practically beyond repair, crying before his best friend, unsure of what his life would become now.


You are not alone Demonio. Did I not tell you that I would be here should you need me? I am sorry for your loss. But all hope is not gone. Would you stay in Valhalla for a while? It's as much your home as it is mine. She came up to sit beside him, nosing his ivory chin with her clay muzzle, looking to raise his head. The ivory knight complied easily enough, allowing his head to raise, teary mismatched gems flickering to Chrysanthe. He was beyond lucky to have befriended such an amazing woman as the Valhallan alpha. Tears continued to flow down his pale cheeks as he nodded slowly, agreeing to remain in Valhalla with his friend, the only place he could call home now. Demo...? I'm not your family now? He'd known that Seraphine would've bee following him but he hadn't expected her to come find him his quickly. Her question confirmed his worst fear; she'd Heard him. Demonio's face fell, his already broken heart breaking into a million tinier pieces. No no my little darling, you are my family. You will always be my family now. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world. Come here my little one, meet my friend Chrysanthe.


He reached out to his adopted daughter, pulling her to him with his right paw, crown lowering as he presented her little dark head with a gente kiss, nuzzling her affectionately as he turned to look at his friend. Chrys, this is my daughter Seraphine. Seraphine, this is my best friend Chrysanthe. She's the alpha of Valhalla. He didn't bother to use the term adopted; he knew Chrys would figure it out immediately. As he glanced between his daughter and best friend, he hoped the alphaess would extend the offer of a new home to Seraphine as well. He couldn't bare being parted from his new daughter.



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