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The lord had stepped from his reign, began allowing age to consume him, living with the four children remaining in his life left a certain peace to everything. Epiphron, his beautiful princess. Chrysanthe, his extraordinary warrior. Syrinx, whatever the hell he was supposed to be. His heir? It was unclear. Preston, his prodigal healer. A one day savior to Valhalla when they needed him. Neo had abandoned the lands of Valhalla, fled for more evil ordinance. Though, he still held a place ni his heart. And Eos...she was so far gone...so lost...she had disappeared and it ailed him so. His wildflower, his elegant slayer. His thought recoiled off of her, rebounding and reprocessing timelessly. She had become so vivid in his mind he could almost smell her. It took a longer moment, though, as it came, he became quite aware of the fact he was smelling her.


Dulled sapphire eyes rose to move and find her, his large, graying, figure moving at as heavy a gait as he could pull into motion. Was she safe? Was she well? Or had some mongrel dropped her off on their borders. Lifeless. Decaying. He'd find them. He'd find them and he'd make them choke on their own soul.

His gaze swept over the form of his daughters, Epiphron had come forth and allowed a bewildered look to sweep her gaze. Steal from the entire essence of Eos a gaze. She was as lost as the ex-king was. His bulky frame, however, did not stop, he came before his daughter. His age evident, and his love written cleanly in his warm eyes. Was she home? Would she be staying? Ah...but she was not coming home to the same thing. Valhalla had changed. They were a pack of warriors and dedicated to it. Collision himself was dancing on the front line of causing war. The brunette king knew not what to think of it, only that it would not deter his offspring from what should be theirs to rule.

"Eos" the simple drawl of her name fled his lips, his gaze locking on her and his body daring to step forward and touch his nose to her nape. How he had missed her. How he prayed that she was the one that could be some kind of help to his old heart. He didn't need another child tearing it from his chest.