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Thanatos had yet to come to terms with it at all. It still bugged him, deep in his core, to know his mother was dying. Natalya and Helios had been there for him when his own mother could not, and was not. The boy would breathe in slowly, sitting alone outside of a den he chose for himself. Seeing her newest children, that the Olympian legacy would live on, should have brought some sort of relief. Yet it did not. Even one of the pups was solid black, just like Natalya. Would she be completely melanistic? Some part of him hoped that would not be the case. Thanatos would let out a soft sigh.
Were the gods angry with them? Had they done something wrong? Had Natalya done something wrong? Helios? Thanatos would quickly dismiss those thoughts. Of course not! Both had fought for their family, all they loved. The aided by the laws the gods set for them. The boy would shift, head turning up to the sky. So why then? Why the sickness? A test? A trial? The boy would furrow his brows some, flicking his tail slowly. "Not all... that is bad... is bad..." He would try to remind himself quietly. Just because Natalya was going to die didn't mean that it was necessarily as bad as all took it. Yes, it would hurt losing her, but when she went she would have no more pain. No more suffering as she went to the the underworld to walk along the paths lit with those special flowers in his dreams. The underworld flowers would shine a path of light for her to follow to where good souls rested and there she would wait for them all in turn. "Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.' |
| Table by:: Chrono |