Desolate thoughts
12-01-2014, 12:49 AM
Russet gaze landed upon the form of his son, the only one he still had. A slight ache filled up his chest and he approached the boy, tripping suddenly upon one of the dips in the ground. For a split second his heart dropped and he feared he had been careless enough to fall into one of the endless gaps in the earth and that he would be swallowed up forever, never to see any of his children again. Then he caught himself, his paws hitting solid ground. Helios stopped suddenly, staring down quizzically at the ground, his paw sitting in a little bowl of earth. One of Hercules’ many holes having caused him to trip.
He lifted his gaze again as his son spoke and he smiled at the boy. “Need? No, but I am happy to see you.” He left the hole behind approaching to gently nose his son upon his head. “One of the upsides of these new lands are minimal borders to patrol.” He gestured off to the side, the thin line of the ocean just visible on the horizon. “What have you gotten up to Hercules?” He asked, briefly wondering if the holes were his son’s doing.
