Far Away

He was more or less convinced that his having met Seraphine was probably fate. It was like the universe had purposely put the little darling in the white man's path, knowing that he would suffer a great loss and need something or someone to help him refocus his energy. And Seraphine had been just that. She was his little angel, his little darling, his little daughter. He had met her by chance up in Tortuga one fateful day and then rescued her from the clutches of the Kumai delta a few weeks later. And ever since then, the pair had been inseparable. She was an absolute joy to have around. So curious and playful and full of life, able to keep his thoughts from straying to Desdemona, although there were still times where she managed to creep into his thoughts. Sometimes when they settled down to sleep, his little girl snuggled up at his side, he wondered if his biological children would have been just like Seraphine or if they would've been completely different. He was always quick to banish those thoughts. There was no point to having them around. Nothing could be done about them anyways.


All the negative thoughts that had been circling through his system began melting away as he held Seraphine against him, a gentle smile curling his ivory jaws as she nuzzled into him, hiding shyly behind his forelimb as she gazed up at Chrysanthe with her own mismatched eyes as the queen greeted the youth. Of course his best friend would take a liking to his daughter, how could she not. She was a little blessing from above. He watched in curiosity as the clay-faced woman conversed with his daughter, extending the offer of a home to her as well, but on the condition that she do her a favor. One eyebrow raised up questioningly, mismatched eyes dancing between the two females, ears pricking with interested as Chrys asked Seraphine to make him smile from time to time. He had to have one of the most amazing friends in all of Valhalla. Yes ma'am, I can do that. Came his daughter's response, her sadness from a few moments ago now just a memory. Children. They certainly were little miracles all in their own.


So, would you like a rank? Or do you want to get settled in first? Rank or get settled? Demonio wasn't the kind of man who liked to sit around, letting the day pass him by. He liked having a responsibility, something to occupy his day, other than caring for his little one. I think a rank would do be good at the moment. Any rank you can spare would be greatly appreciated. Came his rumbling response, his attention returning to Seraphine as she came out completely from behind his leg, looking up to the cream woman, her little tail wagging as she declared that Chrysanthe was very pretty. A low chuckle rumbled in the man's white chest, amused at his daughter's observation. That she is little one. Probably one of the prettiest wolf's here. He tacked on, looking up to Chrys with a genuine smile creasing his muzzle.



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