Pride Rock [open]

Never in a million years would he have guessed the response he got. This "mother" had nothing to give her son but crocodile tears. Where was her fight? Her instinct to protect? Without so much as a snarl, she was letting her son be abducted by a stranger. She may as well have handed the boy to him herself. Disgust twisted his features into a sneer. There had been a possibility - a rather small one, but one nonetheless - that he would release the child into the custody of this fae, this supposed mother.

That chance was gone now.

Looking at her, all Valen could see was Taurig in a sniveling, cowardly fae's form. His father had abandoned him just as easily. The circumstances were different, but they were alike - deadbeat and useless. This "mother" disgusted him so thoroughly he could barely stand the sight of her. "Where will you take him?" she whined, her pitiful voice bouncing uselessly off his quickly hardening heart. "What do you care? Clearly he means nothing to you, so what does it matter where he goes?" Suddenly years of repressed feelings burst forth and he began to spit venomous words at the fae. "You are no mother. Mothers are willing to sacrifice for their children. You are nothing but a bitch bred in season, a "mother" inflicted on the innocent who simply had the misfortune of being shat out your ass." His voice rose, reaching a thunderous roar as his rage built, "The world doesn't need you inflicting more of your kind on it! Do the world a favor next time your heat rolls around and keep your goddamn legs closed!"

His rage was so great he began to shake. "If you were a brute I'd relieve you of manhood. Clearly you are incapable of handling the consequences of fucking." If anyone ever sought to take his children from him, he would be the last thing they ever saw. He would fight for his children. What kind of parent wouldn't?

He wanted to punish her, to heap some kind of vengeance upon her head for all the children who had ever been so easily tossed aside. Would she forget him? Next year when her season came about and whatever dumb fuck she'd taken as her mate crawled on top of her and squirted another batch of unfortunates into her womb, would she forget the boy she'd given away? Would she replace him with new kids? Maybe ones she liked? The selfish bitch.

Attempting to maintain his head on positioning with the pair, Valentine then spit the words, "Where's your mate, huh? Think he cares for you more than you care for your son? Call him and see if he will save you both." Let's see what the patriarch was made of. Would he even show, or did cowardice attract cowardice?