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06-28-2022, 03:40 AM
Tired, aching, both physically and emotionally, Chaos was feeling his age more than he ever had. The pack he had built for his family on the remains of what he had challenged and bled for was gone and his family once more scattered. Some were going to Sparrow's pack, but he was too old for that and when it came down to it, he just didn't fit anymore. He had grown out of the silly games Ashmedai and his daughter still played. Pirates. Every other pack looked down on their antics - it smeared the reputation Valentine had built with Imperium, a reputation he had tried desperately to live up to. Oh, he had had his Crew when he was young, but when he had set out to make a home for the Imperialis he had set aside that childishness to build something they could be proud of. He would never be able to feel proud to be associated with the Pirates, he would always feel a little ridiculous and knew that they would be viewed that way. Besides, he had another name to uphold.
That's why he was taking his pups to Aerie.
He didn't agree with the Abraxas family's religion, but they had made no effort to push that religion on his children while they had lived there. They were a pack of fighters, didn't indulge themselves in rape and murder and incest and the myriad other things that darker packs tended towards, but they also weren't a bunch of self-righteous holier-than-thou pricks like Valhalla and Abaven.
Besides, his children were there, and he wanted to spend more time with them, teaching them what it meant to be Saxe consistently instead of constantly travelling down to spend time with them. They deserved to get to know their siblings, too, before they all reached yearling age and did their own thing.
Limping to the border, he didn't wait for his children to straggle up from wherever they had gotten themselves to, the ones he had been able to round up. He had left the owls to find the others and lead them here, but they hadn't returned yet so he had no idea of their success. Raising his muzzle he called out for the alpha that he had traded so much of his time for this last year.
That's why he was taking his pups to Aerie.
He didn't agree with the Abraxas family's religion, but they had made no effort to push that religion on his children while they had lived there. They were a pack of fighters, didn't indulge themselves in rape and murder and incest and the myriad other things that darker packs tended towards, but they also weren't a bunch of self-righteous holier-than-thou pricks like Valhalla and Abaven.
Besides, his children were there, and he wanted to spend more time with them, teaching them what it meant to be Saxe consistently instead of constantly travelling down to spend time with them. They deserved to get to know their siblings, too, before they all reached yearling age and did their own thing.
Limping to the border, he didn't wait for his children to straggle up from wherever they had gotten themselves to, the ones he had been able to round up. He had left the owls to find the others and lead them here, but they hadn't returned yet so he had no idea of their success. Raising his muzzle he called out for the alpha that he had traded so much of his time for this last year.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write