anywhere i would've followed you
03-28-2014, 07:11 AM
Bronze had always been rather reluctant to speak of his past with his children. Much of it was unpleasant, especially the events of his younger years. There was no need to frighten them, or make them feel sympathy for him when he did not need or want it. But Ara had asked the question he had feared for so long -- and he knew there was no lying to his daughter. "I was not born in your mother's pack," he answered softly. "I was taken there, as a pup, by my uncle Baldev." For a moment he closed his eyes, as though remembering. Still the image of that day was fresh in his mind. How afraid and confused he had been, to be taken from his family in the midst of night. He had been left alone and afraid on the borders of an unfamiliar pack. "My father was not a good person, Ara," he admitted. His words were quiet, but full of pain that he could hardly contain. "I had to be taken away from him, lest he hurt me." Like he had hurt his mother, and his half-brother. He curled tighter against his daughter, hoping she did not feel pain at his story. There was nothing worse for a father than seeing one of his children feel pain, especially a girl as brave as Ara. "I was taken in there by two of the most selfless creatures I have ever met. My adoptive mother was called Light, and my father, Aradcor." Bronze's lips curled into a fond smile in the darkness, despite the tears that had begun to fill his eyes. "You were named after him, my sweet." She was only vaguely like him, but her strength resonated everything that Aradcor had ever been. "You were much sweeter than he ever was. He was not one to show much kindness, nor affection, but he was the best father I could've ever imagined. He taught me so much..." |
