Father dearest?
01-03-2014, 06:23 PM
He gazed upon his child in awe; she was so perfect, down to the most fragile silver hair that lay flush against the slopes of her feminine crest. The markings beneath her duo-toned stare would remind him heavily of Argent, and although once it could have hurt him, now he only grew to appreciate their similarities. She pressed her skull to his limb, and he would allow her, leaning closer, salmon tongue working at the contours of her snout as he would lower his body; coming to lay by her side, rolling flat against his ribs in an almost playful manner. But her questions stung, and he wished so gravely that he didn?t have to answer them. Should he lie, or should he be honest? ?I don?t know, Athena,? and it hurt his pride as much as it hurt his heart, ?But I promise you we will find her soon, and one way or another, she will be back for you.? The albino sighed heavily, a forepaw reaching out to wrap her quarters, to pull her closer to him, ?Azalea never belonged here, she has returned to her family in Valhalla,? but thoughts and plans brewed, ?You have more allies here in Glaciem than you ever did in she. And your brothers? For now you are small, but soon my Princess, you will rise above them.? |