Heart's on the Table {Nat}

He saw her form approach with caution, slow movements as she circled him. He knew what she was doing, 'seeing' just where he was with her nose and ears. He let out a soft whine to further her knowledge, hoping that they would be able to have a civil conversation. Until she attacked. Well there goes that theory out the window. He was blindsided as his mother jumped onto his larger form. His muscles had been tensed, but it was not enough to offset her leap. He bowled to the ground, ears pulling back and chin tucking to his chest to protect his throat, the very thing her jaws rested by. Her angry words struck him like blows, the man shrinking back from her. There was not just anger though, there was no than that. He couldn't quite put his paw on it but there was a deeper emotion that he sensed.

Her words cut deep, but they were true. He was more shocked that she stated that it was she that had suffered. His mother had always been a harder set woman, so to hear that she had felt hurt by all of this came as a surprise to him. They had made him choose though, to be apart from the one he loved or to chose his family. It was his decision that had parted them, nothing that had to to with them. They were simply following customs, doing what was laid out before them. He knew that, but it didn't make it hurt any less. He took a ragged breath, salmon eyes slipping closed. "I love her mother, it was hard to choose one or the other. I love you all, and my choice was my fall. I simply came to seek redemption, to see if I could be an exemption." Apollo knew that his words were bold, and that they would most likely fall upon deaf ears. To be welcomed back in would be against everything that they believed in.

"I know that I was a fool in your eyes, that I cannot disguise. But if the option had been yours, on who would you close the doors? It..." He cut off, his voice thick with emotion. She had to know that the choice he made had not been out of spite, or been easy for him at all. It was something that he had to live with for the rest of his life. Blowing out a sigh, the albino man opened his eyes and gazed into his mothers blinded ones, searching her angered face. "I miss you," he whispered, head falling against the earth. If she was going to kill him, or hurt him, he wouldn't stop her.