He'd only been back for a few weeks, maybe a month or two, and already the drama was ensuing. At least this time, the drama wasn't coming from his own demented father hell-bent on ruining his life. That had pretty much taken care of itself at this point. The drama that was he now involved in had nothing to do with him for once. It was Sibelle's drama, but of course since she was his blood, her drama was his drama. Her husband Crucifix had nailed the last nail of his coffin. His sister had stumbled across him when he was entertaining another women and much to the man's luck Taurig had stumbled across his sister after her alleged husband had fled the scene. Now he and Sibelle were taking his niece and nephew away to live with some of their distant family. Who they were going to stay with was yet to be determined. Of three options of Roman, Valentine or Falk the cobalt titan was leaning more towards his younger brother. He very vaguely remembered Roman, but just that she had been on Isardis' side and that already brought about a dislike towards her. He had just recently seen Valentine again for the first time since having left him at the island and it wasn't exactly the warmest of reunions, so he wasn't sure how his son would react to having his cousins go and live with him. Falk seemed like the best option of the three. He only wondered if Sibelle thought so too.
Setting aside his worries for his niece and nephew's future, the beast would wander away from his sister's lands, needing to get some fresh air. It was the middle of the night, of all times of the day, that the man's paws decided to carry him away and away they carried him. He wandered for what seemed the entire night until his paws decided to stop. Ebony muzzle would tip upwards, scarred nostrils flaring as he took a gulp of fresh night air. Crisp air would fill his lungs upon inhalation, a calming breath slipping past his kissers as he allowed his skull to return to its former position. Milky eyes would stare out blankly into the never-ending darkness that had become his life, tattered audits moving every so often listening to the soft sounds of the night. A cool breeze would sweep in, ruffling the man's cobalt fur as he stood in the darkness, unaware that he was surrounded by magnificent oaks.
"Speech"
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