Ain't It Fun? Living in the Real World

*Drashiel* · 02-08-2015, 02:54 PM

Drashiel reached out to nuzzle each of his pups in turn. There were no tears, only numbness. Bellona had disappeared and after tracking he'd found her… dead and in doing so he'd pushed his own injuries and the infection and knew… some how he knew, he was on his last legs. That was the worst part. Roman had entrusted the pups to him and he would fail her… the young male sighed. Honestly, he was having a hard time caring. He was more than ready to die, tired of this life, struggling on only for the pups he wanted to give a shot at life to but look… Bellona was dead and it was likely Narcissa wouldn't be far behind. He was incapable of being a father. Better to turn them over to someone who could at least teach them to defend themselves. He and Dægmar had been close at one point after all and while he didn't fully trust her he did know that she could at least teach them to fight. After all… she was the one that taught him everything he knew in the arts of battle.

"Kids…. I… I do not know what we have done to anger the fates so… but I'm afraid I have some bad news. Bellona has… she is now with your mother in the heavens and I will be joining them both soon. I… I love you all so, so much and this isn't fair but… please, know that I love you."

Something snapped and the tears came but he swallowed his grief and his fear and cleared his throat to continue. "I've called you here to train. The world is cruel, you've seen that and you will need to learn how to defend yourselves. My teacher in the arts of battle was Dægmar Thyre and I have asked her here to train you." Drashiel turned his head to nod at the approaching emerald-eyed woman.

"Speech"

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