is this what love is?

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

Before today, there had been much to consider. Since returning to Alacritia and hearing from Loccian that Seracia was a welcoming pack, Erebos had been thinking on joining. While part of him desperately wanted to, another part craved love from his family first. He had hoped to rekindle his relationships with his parents and that maybe in doing so, they would welcome him home. When push had come to shove, however, he was feeling let down. His father had taken back the red forest, but had made it into a place Erebos could never thrive. His mother, being the weakling she was, had crawled after Deteste despite the fact that she would never fit his mold either. Not the way he was now, at least.



It was true that Erebos had found love in a half-sister, and he intended on maintaining his relationship with her until the end of days, but she was bound to her father in a way that the young male was not. Circe would understand his decision, too, which made it seem that much more obvious to him. He did not belong with his family, no matter how much he wanted to. He belonged where others would respect him and love him as he was. Where he would feel welcome despite his shortcomings. Where he could feel appreciated.



It wasn't long before he found himself within the Seracian borders, the mid-morning sun beating down on the ebony fur of his back. He had altered his schedule today, rising earlier to complete his hunt and bath before coming here. He was clean, he was fed, and he was happy. Happy to finally be on his way to freedom from his past. Tipping his mouth to the sky he would call for someone, anyone, to come forth an accept him. He hoped that Loccian would hear him and join in the moment when he would finally choose a home.

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