Pull away from the system[haji's death]

Today was only a few days after his meeting with his father...and the young boy had remembered the hopeful promise Hajime had made to him. For their life to hold royalty...respect. Honor for their family, as Quelt had been working with Bass. This practically took away all his frustration toward his father. The boy truly loved him- he was his best friend. The one person Ixionn could talk to. To lean against- to cry on. And he wanted to apologize for his unnecessary attitude toward his father. To give him a little hug with a smile, and play with him in the fields maybe. Maybe the two could even go swimming sometime! He just wanted to bond with his father...that lonely wolf who had lost his beloved- and had yet to deal with his fussy, confused children. Ixionn knew it would all work out good...
But while Ixionn was on his way toward the den that belonged to his small family- the aroma of fresh blood filled his nose. Along with the scent trail of his brother and father leading right to it. Maybe Levi had just gotten scratched! After all the aroma did seem a bit faint. The young masked man giggled and bounded to the side, racing his way toward the trail. But then the aroma of his brother faded. Gradually- as it seemed. Hm. The little prince continued on. Seconds turned to dreadful minutes...and suddenly, through the grassy undergrowth, Ixionn could spot a orangey figure sprawled out upon the ground. Blood pooled around it. And immediately the young boy knew who lie there limp before him. Hajime. His father- his best friend. The only parent he had left...
...It couldn't be true. Not his father! Not him! No...maybe he was just hurt!? Ixionn gasped and fought for breath, his heart sinking. The boy quickened his pace and made it to his father's side. He glanced over at his stomach- and then looked at his wound. Tears flooded his bright red eyes. The man's legs shuttered and trembled beneath him helplessly. His sides weren't heaving- and that life in his eyes he saw the other day was gone. Vanished. His father was dead. Dancing in the stars with his mother...no. No. NO! The boy collapsed onto the soft belly of his father, paws embracing his cold, dead boy. Tears rushed down his cheeks endlessly, soaking the soft russet fur that matched his own. The little boy again fought for breath through the sobbing. It was all over...
Daddy...daddy! No...no your not dead. Your not dead...! The boy's ears lie flat against his skull. He moved in closer to the dead body of his father, his eyes beginning to burn as the tears kept on rolling down. Now he was an orphan. A complete parentless child...this wasn't possible! "Wake up Ixionn! Wake up! Wake up! This is just a dumb dream!" Ixionn would think as he tried to isolate the whole thing from his mind. This was a dream...nothing but a dream. He'd wake up soon...
"Speech"