Breathe

There had been trouble brewing in his sister's pack. The cobalt titan had been smart to stay out of the way for the time being, knowing that it would be rather stupid on his part to poke his sister while she was going through some tough spots. He hung around often enough, lingering just within range in case she needed anything, but so far she hadn't come to him for help. He wasn't entirely sure what had his sister so fired up out no where, but he was sure that it was something that hit close to home. He could remember the days where his albino father was a threat and Sibelle had always been there with Taurig, ready to tear into the pink bastard the moment she got. She never did get the chance as far as he knew, so he was sure that she still had some pent of rage from those days brewing beneath the surface. Whatever she was going through was surely stirring those buried feelings and he could only hope she knew how to work it out without killing anyone.


Feeling useless had become something of a normalcy for the giant, so if he wasn't lounging around in his sister's territory, he was often wandering outside the borders to explore. It had been quite some time since he had been in alacritis and he figured it was a good as any activity for him to go out for strolls, reacquaint himself with the lands. He wasn't particular on where he wanted to go, just letting his worn-out ebony paws lead him where they may. He certainly never expected them to take him where they did that day. An almost forgotten scent would tease the man's nostrils as he lingered around what he assumed to be a border from the scent marks, his mind working on over-drive as it struggled to place the scent. It was male and it had that tinge that he recognized as his own scent...His mind's eye would play flashbacks from the times after he'd been blinded, one occasion sticking out to him. A tiny boy's voice would echo through his mind...Valentine... he would murmur quietly, the pieces clicking together. One of his eldest children, his eldest son to be exact, controlled this territory...wasn't that a surprise. Massive frame would come to a stand still at his son's borders, blind eyes looking towards where he assumed the pack land to be. How long had it been since he'd seen his first son?


"Burn Baby Burn"