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Oberon I

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
68
size
Medium
build
-
posts
47
player
09-01-2014, 01:27 PM






There was the sound of pawsteps in the cool caverns, and Oberon stirred, scenting the stale air in an attempt to determine who approached. The caves kept their secrets, however, and the stagnant, mildew-y air around him hid the scent of whoever approached him. Standing still, Oberon's gaze would seek out any sign of movement in the dimly light area.

He would spy movement first, just the slightest of movements, and then he would be able to discern colors - was that orange, perhaps? Or was his wishful thinking getting the best of him? And then there would be words. His name, spilling from a familiar tongue. 'Oberon.' His name, nothing more, and yet, Oberon found himself in a war. His control slipped for a moment, and Oberon would take a step forward, on the verge of flinging himself at his mother. And then he stopped, muscles trembling as an internal war began.

To run forward would be to lose control, something that Oberon had spent his life perfecting. And to stay put would be to deny himself his mother's touch. The two weighed almost equally inside his mind, and he was torn, more deeply torn than he truly understood how to explain. But it didn't take him long, merely a few seconds of inner turmoil, before Oberon was moving forward, at a slightly more stately pace than an all out rush. Still, he moved quickly, aiming to press his face into his mother's chest.

As long as she didn't recoil or move away, Oberon would remain there, breathing in her scent as his maw opened, forming the first words that he had spoken since her appearance. "Mom." He breathed it with reverence. "I missed you." To admit that, for Oberon, was a strange thing. It was showing emotion, showing weakness, but did it matter? In these empty caverns, no one would see it except his mother - and she had always been one of the few exceptions. His mother and his sisters had always had the keys to his heart. He had left them, but now? Now he was back and he could not imagine leaving again.

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