Get Your Feet Wet

Cina responded, and it was apparent the boy had much to say. However, the more he talked, the more Ignis could feel himself shifting in his mind. He was aware of the things he had done. Aware that he had abandoned the pack and his kids. Something he hadn't meant to do, but it had been out of his control when it happened. "I am aware of that but there's nothing I can do about it now! And what do your siblings have to do with any of it? I doubt you've gone around trying to see them, either but you want to whine and complain like they owe you something!" He growled. They had all gone their separate ways after the pack disbanded. And while he didn't know what became of them after, he doubted any of them had gone out of their way to see how their siblings were doing. What did Cina want him to do at this point? All he could do was try to mend the relationship with them all, but as his son went on, it was apparent that he was too late. At least for this one.

"I don't even know who you are. You're no father. I dropped the Preator name a long time ago. I want nothing to do with you." He supposed he should've been shocked to hear that. But he couldn't bring himself to feel shocked or surprised. He hadn't been there for them. They had found their own way in life, and that was fine. He felt his lip rise with irritation, however. Cina wouldn't even give him the chance to explain or apologize, didn't really ask him why let alone try to get a clear reason or understanding. Ignis knew he wasn't any good at hashing shit out, had learned that anytime Eden tried to press him on answers and whatnot, but he wasn't Acere or Zuriel. He struggled with the capacity to try to fix issues like this.

As Cina started to walk away, Ignis resigned himself to just letting the kid be and leaving it at that. But then it turned out that he had other ideas. "You can't escape the demons of your ancestors." What? He heard him. Heard his inner Praetor demon speaking to Cináed, and knew instantly that nothing good was going to come out of this. "Leave him alone!" He screamed internally, but it was no use. "No matter what, you're always going to be a Praetor. A name means little when you're cursed with their blood. You, your children, and your children's children. There's no escape, even in death." A snarl started to bubble up in his throat. "Defectors must be purged." He whispered in a low voice.

Without warning, the Crimson wolf charged his own son. Like a bull loose in the streets, he aimed to slam his body straight into Cina's retreating form. Jaws gaped open, seeking to bite and tear into the base of Cina's tail in an effort to break it and potentially tear it away from Cina's body. To aid in this, his right forepaw struck out to hook and yank Cina's right hind ankle back. His heart hammered, and blood roared in his ears. He wanted to stop this. But all he could do was stare helplessly behind the windows of his own eyes.

Ignis vs Cinaed for Minor maim (Idk, tail removal?? Partial tail removal??)
Round: 1/?
Age: Over 1yr
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Skull helmet
Defensive Battle Accessory: Black bear cape
Companion 1: Palm cockatoo, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Wolverine, Male - Battle
Mutation 1: Sika deer antlers - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Hunter
Specialty: Mangler

OOC// Sorry Shelby T^T Inner demon ignis couldn't let this go :c

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