The beast prowled forward, his mind on lingering on the name of one if his children. Out of each of the children he had spawned, the one that plagued his mind showed great promise to becoming a beast that could rival his father. The alabaster creature came to a halt, his form hidden in the shadows, as he sank to his haunches, and sank to the ground, relaxing on his stomach. His head would come to rest on his paws as he contemplated the decision that trifled his mind. His bi colored eyes, glanced back and forth in front of him, and his tail flicked beside his body. The weight of his head was pressing his claws into the dirt, so he shifted slightly, to relieve the weight of his head. A long sigh left him, before he lifted his head, into the air, though did not move to sit to call the spawn that he had bore. The call left him, deep and commanding, then his head to move again to his paws, where he would wait.

"Cerberus."

The growing pup knew not of his father. He hadn't ever been bothered to seek the bastard out, and didn't care to know the cretin who had sired him. Needless to say, he was slightly surprised when a call rang through the forest, summoning him forth. He'd move slowly towards the sound, pausing once he realized that he vaguely recognized the scent. How interesting, it would seem that his father had summoned him into the depths of the forest. He would watch the lying form of the beast that had sired him from the shadows of a tall bush, before he would move towards him. His head would be held high, carried proudly as he moved towards the creature who called. "The first time I see you in my life, and I'm sure you want something. Pathetic, father." His tone was harsh as he came to a halt near the brute his crimson eyes focused on the man. What could his father possibly want, to draw him out here? He could feel his fur bristling, his hackles rising slightly as he stared daringly at Creedance Voltaire, his father. Speech,

The arrival of his son wouldn't keep him waiting, and he'd raise his head as the pup strolled into the clearing, the arrogance rolling off of him coming clear in waves. Like father, like son. The words the boy spoke brought a deep chuckle from the pits of his chest, as he pushed himself to his paws coming to a standing position, which held him towering over his son. Staring down at him, he didn't speak for a moment, before he would speak quietly. "While your charming demeanor is so appealing, why would I ask anything of you? You can do nothing for me. No, I have other plans for you." Plans. Yes, the aging brute did have plans for his son. He would work his son to be the greatest power this land had ever seen. His son alone would rule one of the strongest empires, this land would ever know. All in time. Time was the most important factor here. Speech,

	His father would stand, and he would be reminded of his youth as he was forced to stare up at him in order to meet his gaze. Cerberus wasn't intimidated by his father. The pup knew no fear. Glaring up at his dad, he sat down, clearly un-worried by the larger males presence. Rolling his eyes at his father's chuckle, a dark growl escaped him, when his father would speak. What he had heard of the man was correct, he was an arrogant fool. Plans? What plans could the absentee father possibly have for the pup? He hadn't been enough of his life to even voice a damned opinion that the pup would bother to listen too. "I don't give a damn about your plans." With a snort he'd push himself to his feet, and begin to walk away, wondering in the back of his mind if his father would dare attempt to stop him. Head held high he would move away with swagger, his tail high, clearly in disrespect to his sire.

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Staring down at his son, he could envision how simple it would be, one little bite. That's all it would take, and one out of four would be dead. Killing the rest of them wouldn't be that difficult, he could effectively rid himself of the plague that these pups brought him. That, however, would be to easy. He had plans for each of his children. Happy coincidence, that there were six packs that ruled these lands and given enough time and willpower he was sure he could groom all four children to claim the thrones for themselves, and he would choose who went where, and would hand-pick the other two alphas. He had never planned on being a father, but even he would take advantage of a plan when it so easily revealed itself before him.

His son however, didn't seem all to eager to partake in his plans. What a shame. A chuckle burst from him at his sons words, and he would watched with amusement as his child sauntered away, before silently rising to his feet. A second would pass and he would jump forward, landing with his paws on each side of his retreating son's body. Lowering his jaws to his sons ear he would speak.

"Oh but you will, child. You will listen to my plans and you will do as you are told."

	And it would seem just as soon as he would walk away, the bastard who he had turned his back on would move quietly. Pressed into the dirt, he could feel the heat of his fathers breath at his ear, and the pup rolled over suddenly with a snarl, teeth bared, he'd snap at his father's muzzle, not caring that the other was much larger, and the canines his face was inches away from could subtly and quickly end his life. A growl would pull itself from the pup, as he glared into the eyes of his oddly masked father. He could feel loathing deep within his chest, a cold fire burning. A spitting word would leave him. "Assface."

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