Whatever it was that had brought him here had been a cruel design. He couldn't put a finger on what it was that carried him to the Amenti border, instinct perhaps. His legs had moved without him willing them to, his mind had been devoid of all thought as to what he would do once he got here. At least he knew the reason for him ended up here, however that had been. His parents. Erebos gave a slight shudder at the thought. His parents whom he had pretended to forget, whom he had put out of his mind, whom he had left a year and a half ago, never planning to return to them. The depression now was worse than it had ever been since he had set out on his own. It was slowly eating away at him, crushing his habits and turning them to dust, causing him to endure fits of rage at random times in the day, and forcing him to see things... Horrifying things. He was a mess. His coat was disheveled and dirty, his white bib appearing more of a tan color from the dirt that coated it. His ice blue eyes were sunken and dark, shining constantly with unshed tears. His head and tail drooped low and his feet dragged across the ground, every muscle feeling too heavy to lift. He looked to be the product of some cruel fate. While Erebos dreaded seeing his parents again, feared that his mother's insanity would push him over the edge, deep down he knew he needed help. He needed someone who knew of his problems to help right him again, so rather than turning and running where he stood he chose to trod slowly on, waiting to encounter them in their new pack lands. He would use them for their comfort, then he would leave again. It was the best and only choice. "normal. talk. think. you"

He knew the scent immediately. It was his own, yet it was not. It was Laxago, yet it was not. It was faint but Deteste was sure of it's familiarity and upon the first trace of it in the summer wind he turned in it's direction. A thundering sprint blurring the redwood forest around him. It was a thoughtless decision and Deteste did not know what he would say or do once he saw Erebos. Nor was he sure what Erebos would do once he saw him and whether or not the young man was sure that he truly wanted be around him. But with his entire heart Deteste wanted to see Erebos. He understood that neither of his children particularly loved him but Deteste had done his best to raise them and he had loved them without doubt and he still did.


It wasn't long until he could see the wiry boy in the distance. His gait slowed. He didn't want his urgency to alarm Erebos. If he would leave upon is arrival Deteste would allow him to go and there wasn't much he could do to convince him to stay but he would take this small step at the least. Deteste had changed much since his children had left him. He had settled, found a respectable place for himself in the ranks of Amenti and Ludicael and he had found peace. His moods ere nolonger stormy and it had been a long time since he had had a vision. Deteste often worried for Erebos. Knowing that he suffered from the visions and he had noticed the unpredictability of his moods since he had been a young pup. He had desperately needed structure and it was the one thing Deteste could not give him. They were moving, constantly and Deteste's attention was always divided between the children and Laxago who at that time could not even feed herself. No pack wanted four extra mouths to feed. Especially when only one was capable of contributing to the community. So it was impossible for him to give Erebos and Marvo the one thing they so desperately needed him. It should have been impossible for Deteste to keep the children and his mate alive yet he did amazingly well. For only half the litter had died.


Erebos. he spoke. His voice was firm but his expression was soft and he spoke in a welcoming timbre. Deteste halted his gait only a stride or two away from Erebos and studied him carefully. He had expected that his son would want something of him. That he wouldn't just appear of his own accord considering the discontent his children had with their upbringing but he had not expected Erebos to be in such a soiled state. He wanted desperately to close the distance between them and to groom him the way he had groomed Laxago for years and his muscles nearly quaked with the desire. But he restrained himself, not wishing to scare off the young man and asked only, How are you my son?

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

It wasn't long before the dragging of his feet was interrupted by the arrival of his father. It had always been Deteste who was the first there. The first to feed him, the first to bathe him, the first to restrain him, the first to everything. Laxago had been far too f**ked up to even try. Marvo had been cold. Deteste had been held responsible for all of them, too much for him to handle. Erebos knew this, knew of his father's struggles, and yet he could not seem to let go of blaming him for his hardships. It was partially his fault, after all, that Erebos was in the state he was in now. The hallucinations had been inherited.



Stopping came slowly, but eventually he did stop only a stride or so from his father. He glanced up at him with weary eyes, noticing his restraint and appreciating it. Had he been approached with eagerness, he doubted little that he would've lashed out. His lack of control right now was something he resented more than even his parents. When he spoke finally, his voice was shaky, yet still strong in some aspect. Father, came his curt greeting. I've lost control. I... need help.



His words were simple and to the point. He knew that Deteste would need no explanation. He had raised him after all. Erebos glanced hesitantly around them, searching and finding nothing. His voice was laced with the sound of questioning as he spoke again. Where is mother? He desperately feared the arrival of his mother, concerned that her presence would tip the scale and send him reeling over the edge of sanity. He was certain of it, and he wanted more than anything to avoid that scenario.

talk, think