Pit Stop to Hell's Gates

*Kairos* · 10-06-2013, 06:34 PM

He would pass through the Devil's Spout; white toed black paws landing on the ground one by one. He licked his lips as he tried to clean off the remaining blood that lay drying on his light gray muzzle. The purple gaze of the bastard would sway left and right as he watched the mist rise off of the ground. There was no layer of snow here besides some white spots here and there. The heat radiating from the ground had melted all of it. Kairos relished the warm feeling the ground gave his paw pads. He would scrunch up his toes at one point and let out a sigh.

No emotion would show, he felt at peace. Despite the fact of just killing his mother he felt completely fine. Guilt would come later, unless suddenly inflicted. Kairos was actually surprised of how easy it had been to kill his mother. She still refused to hurt him, to lay a scratch on one of her precious babies. Even that told him how much she loved him and still does. For God's sake she was still probably looking down at him from the Heavens with that same loving soft smile.

With a grunt Kairos would sway his head towards the left as a hot jet of water spewed out of the Earth. He would then turn his head to the right as it happened again. Making sure he wasn't walking over any holes Kai would be on his way. Surrounded by steam, fog, and hot jets of water that shot into the sky.

Maybe he would go home once someone discovered his mother's body. Mabe he would even attend the funeral if there was one. She deserved one though...

He hadn't even seen anyone from his family though, they had all seemed to vanish from his life. He felt fine with that for now though, he didn't need them did he?

Stopping in his tracks for a moment the brute came upon a puddle of water. Leaning down he lapped up the warm water that had obviously been sitting there fora while. Probably collected in this shallow dent in the Earth from the spews of water that rose up and tried to reach the sky. Just like those lost Hell-forsaken souls. Reaching their paws up to try to get a grasp of the high life, of what they could have had...

Life was tough, life was rough...sometimes Kairos wished he had never been born. Well he could blame his bastard of a father on that one. In all his mother never really planned on having children or being raped in the first place.A small growl emitted from his mouth as he even thought about it. How could someone do that to her?!?! She didn't deserve that, she was too good!

And yet she went through it and accepted it...always staying strong for him and his brothers. Devoting what was left of her life to raise her three sons. And what did she get back? They all left her, but one came back to free her.

HE WAS THE GOOD ONE!!! Kairos was the GOOD ONE!!! He had freed her, released her! Now only she would know where his other brothers were, she would watch over them all. She knew they were alright now, she was up there in paradise. Kairos himself knew when she was a up she had dreamed of paradise, a pack. He knew the story all too well; leaving her rogue family consisting of Aunt Maka and their parents. She left at a very young age, still a pup. Eventually she arrived at Glaciem during a snowstorm at the age of two. Falling into the sight of Crusade, she took her in. Then Aunt Maka arrived. Grandma Crusade had adopted them...they used to all be happy.

Now where was his grandmother? Where was his Aunt? And he knew where his mother was....dead.

Lifting his head to the sky Kairos let loose a howl. He howled until the air in his lungs was all gone. He let out a rather eerie howl. Dead was the old Kairos, born was the new. Looking at himself new he had grown considerably well, a big male with a grin of a scar across his muzzle.

This was it, he wasn't going to run away from himself anymore. This was when Kairos would accept himself for who he truly was, neither light nor dark, but both....

"normal,
I talk,
I think,
you speak"

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