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FATHER OF MINE — VISITOR - Beatles. - 05-02-2018
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Vito Corleone had made the toughest decision of his life that day. He knew that the day would come eventually, but he never thought that it would arrive so soon. All noise seemed to be lost to him as he weaved through the alleyways and trekked through the streets, a smaller figure sticking close to his side. Each step felt heavier and heavier, and his mind was screaming at him not to do this. His heart and his brain were waging a fierce battle, but in the end, his heart was scared into a corner. Things would never end well if he listened to what his heart told him, and even if it felt utterly wrong, he knew that it would be a good decision in the end.
The Italian Wolf had finally made it to his destination, and he slowed to a stop and turned his head to gaze upon the small husky. It almost pained him even more to even look at him. He looked just like his mother with those big, bright eyes. Lord above, this was his own flesh and blood — there had to be another way, he told himself. But, Vito would always end up concluding: it would be safer without him around. It was a heartbreaking reality for the Corleone, that his mere presence was putting his child in danger. It could be compared to ripping out a chunk of his heart, though he was certain that the latter would hurt much less than this.
Their goodbyes had been heavy, seeping through with emotion and unspoken uncertainties. They had shared a heartfelt embrace, and Vito convinced himself that he could just stay like that forever if he really wanted to. When the wolf finally started to traipse away into the distance, he craned his neck one last time to get a glimpse of his son. He'll be safe here. He thought to himself, his gleaming gaze lingering on the young husky before disappearing behind the corner.
The months had felt like eternities. Time was endless; his thoughts were constantly plagued with worry. With regret. With longing. The letters that he and his son exchanged weren't enough for him. He wanted to be there for him every day, like a parent should be. In fact, he had even decided to go and pay a visit to the boy soon enough. The word on the street, however, was that things had taken a turn for the worst, and that his son had fled the city. Vito was so angry at himself for letting this happen. Now he was out in the wilderness doing God-knows-what. So, what did he do? He set out to find him.
It had months of pure animal instinct that had enabled him to survive this long out in the wild. Vito had to hunt for himself and defend himself, skills that he had acquired as an adolescent but skills nonetheless. He would channel whatever strength he could muster in order to lead himself to his boy.
His tongue swiped over his glistening canines, his mouth tasting faintly of blood. It was the rabbit that he had snacked on earlier, most likely. For a wild animal, though, Vito didn't look one bit disheveled. His tan-colored fur was neatly slicked and bathed in fresh pine, a look that was surely too flashy for a feral canine. It was obvious that he wasn't some bloodthirsty rogue (and even if he was, he'd be a rather dashing one). His amber eyes scanned the powdered horizon, nothing but snow and mountainous peaks awaiting him. A dreadful journey it would be, indeed. However, he knew that the so-called "clans" lived around here, and with hope, one of them would be housing his son. The Italian Wolf kept pushing on through the greenery, unaware that he was approaching a border.
Re: FATHER OF MINE — VISITOR - pallid-i - 05-02-2018
The kit shouldn't be out here, or he could end up being like his biological father that had been taken by the cold. Even with his sweater on, things were still very cold and he was without supervision of a guardian. Harrison liked to explore, because something kept calling him to explore the wide expanse of territory his clan had. Something out there was calling to him, and it was his duty to see what it was.
The black kit saw someone in the distance and the fur along his back stood up. "Who.. Who are you?" He shouted, keeping his distance out of fear. Where was Jacob.. Harrison was scared that the stranger might attack him, and without his father, he would surely be in trouble if the stranger did decide to attack.
The black kit saw someone in the distance and the fur along his back stood up. "Who.. Who are you?" He shouted, keeping his distance out of fear. Where was Jacob.. Harrison was scared that the stranger might attack him, and without his father, he would surely be in trouble if the stranger did decide to attack.
❄ i couldn't even keep you
Re: FATHER OF MINE — VISITOR - jacob w.c. - 05-02-2018
WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Where was Harrison? Jacob hadn't been able to find the little boy anywhere until he spotted him darting outside. Panic had immediately come over him and he'd rushed after his son as fast he could. Unfortunately, Jacob wasn't particularly fast between his poor exercise routine and his heavy limp. Still, soon the boy stopped and he was able to rush to his side. He came to a stop and looked towards the figure standing at the border before his eyes lit up. "Babbo! I wasn' expectin' you! Why didn' ya' tell me you were comin'?" he asked. Suddenly he was horribly aware of his bandages. He'd never told Vito what happened in that fire. He hadn't wanted him to worry. Hopefully the man just wouldn't focus on that for too long.
Jacob turned to Harrison with a wide smile, gesturing for the boy to come forward. "Harrison! Come 'ere. Don' worry, he won' hurt ya'. This is your nonno, your grandpa," he explained with a wide smile before looking back to his Babbo. Quickly, the wolfdog closed the gap between them and tried to wrap the older canine in a hug before pulling away. "It's so good ta' see ya'. Why'd ya' come all this way, though? I jus' sent ya' a letter. Ya' coulda' told me you were comin' n' I coulda' met ya' halfway or somethin'. Anyway, are ya' plannin' on stayin' for long?" he asked. There was a part of him that wondered if he'd gotten the last letter he sent, the one that explained his leadership. He'd told Vito he didn't want it. He'd told everyone he didn't want it. He wondered if the man had come to convince him to come home or to convince him to keep the position as long as he could. Both were entirely possible but he couldn't worry about it now. Soon enough, Vito's intentions would become clear as they always did. Seeing his Babbo here was a bit surreal. He didn't think he'd ever seen him outside of a city and seeing him outside that environment somehow felt strange. Jacob noticed his fur was groomed to perfection, as it always was, despite these new surroundings. Jacob wondered how long it'd take him to ask about the bandages but he'd try to save that conversation for a private moment. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
"SPEECH"
Jacob turned to Harrison with a wide smile, gesturing for the boy to come forward. "Harrison! Come 'ere. Don' worry, he won' hurt ya'. This is your nonno, your grandpa," he explained with a wide smile before looking back to his Babbo. Quickly, the wolfdog closed the gap between them and tried to wrap the older canine in a hug before pulling away. "It's so good ta' see ya'. Why'd ya' come all this way, though? I jus' sent ya' a letter. Ya' coulda' told me you were comin' n' I coulda' met ya' halfway or somethin'. Anyway, are ya' plannin' on stayin' for long?" he asked. There was a part of him that wondered if he'd gotten the last letter he sent, the one that explained his leadership. He'd told Vito he didn't want it. He'd told everyone he didn't want it. He wondered if the man had come to convince him to come home or to convince him to keep the position as long as he could. Both were entirely possible but he couldn't worry about it now. Soon enough, Vito's intentions would become clear as they always did. Seeing his Babbo here was a bit surreal. He didn't think he'd ever seen him outside of a city and seeing him outside that environment somehow felt strange. Jacob noticed his fur was groomed to perfection, as it always was, despite these new surroundings. Jacob wondered how long it'd take him to ask about the bandages but he'd try to save that conversation for a private moment. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
"SPEECH"
Re: FATHER OF MINE — VISITOR - pallid-i - 05-02-2018
Seeing his dad happy and hugging the stranger made him curious. He wobbled over and stared up at the wolf and then back at Jacob. "My grandpa? Does that mean he's my older dad?" Harrison asked, pressed a paw against his chin in thought. He was still getting used to certain terms, and what they meant. So far, it wasn't going so well. But who could blame him? There was so much to learn, and it was hard trying to cram it into his tiny little brain. Eventually he would learn though.
❄ i couldn't even keep you
Re: FATHER OF MINE — VISITOR - london r. - 05-02-2018
Family was a complicated matter for London, though perhaps not as complicated as it may be for others. It wasn't as if they'd been bad people or anything like that, quite on the contrary, they had been wonderful, kind and loving. However they no longer shared this plane of existence, and it was all her fault. London was at fault for every single one of their deaths, at least she believed she was. After all, she and her brothers had always been together, and yet she had never been plagued with the illness that had led to their demise. And she hadn't even searched for a cure either. It was somewhat of the same thing with her mother's death, something that could have been prevented if she'd just tried. The albino clouded leopard was a horrible being, she hadn't been able to stop her mother from killing herself. She hadn't even gone to look for her until it was far too late, the poison already having stopped Maria's heartbeat by the time the girl had stumbled upon the corpse.
Five deaths lay at her useless paws, where just trying could have changed their fate. But things got worse afterwards, when she'd been plagued by illusions of the memories that had once seemed so joyful returning to haunt her. Even her dreams were no longer safe, night terrors attacking the girl in her sleep. Eventually it came to be too much, and the girl ran away. There was nothing really to run away from though, for the only people she'd ever really cared for no longer existed. Still, the change in scenery had brought back the girl's smile, and she'd been able to meet all kinds of interesting new people and little by little she got to know their stories too.
Just like today, which had started like any other normal day. However, during her walk through the territory, London was able to register some voices, Jacob's being the most familiar. It seemed today she would hear part of his story, one that would surely be interesting as the man at the border was apparently his father. London had never met her own father, actually she had kind of forgotten that most people had two parents. She knew nothing about her father, in fact she'd never even asked Maria about him, and now it was too late. Even if she were to encounter him, he surely would not recognize her, she looked nothing like her mother. But it was great to see that not everyone residing in Snowbound had complicated relationships with their parents, at least it did not appear that way after witnessing Jacob's reaction to seeing his father. In fact the duo seemed rather close, how nice.
The girl did not wish to interrupt the family reunion, however that insatiable curiosity drew the girl closer and she couldn't help but wish to witness what having a father was like. "Hello sir, my name is London, it's a pleasure to meet you." the girl would say, maintaining a comfortable yet polite air about her words. The clouded leopard would resonate a light smile towards the father and son and grandson duo, intrigued by Jacob's use of a second language now that he was with his father. It was rather beautiful, and she wondered if more of it would reach her ears. Perhaps she could even ask Jacob to teach her some words at a different time, but knowing the meaning of the words might just kill the magic of not knowing.
Five deaths lay at her useless paws, where just trying could have changed their fate. But things got worse afterwards, when she'd been plagued by illusions of the memories that had once seemed so joyful returning to haunt her. Even her dreams were no longer safe, night terrors attacking the girl in her sleep. Eventually it came to be too much, and the girl ran away. There was nothing really to run away from though, for the only people she'd ever really cared for no longer existed. Still, the change in scenery had brought back the girl's smile, and she'd been able to meet all kinds of interesting new people and little by little she got to know their stories too.
Just like today, which had started like any other normal day. However, during her walk through the territory, London was able to register some voices, Jacob's being the most familiar. It seemed today she would hear part of his story, one that would surely be interesting as the man at the border was apparently his father. London had never met her own father, actually she had kind of forgotten that most people had two parents. She knew nothing about her father, in fact she'd never even asked Maria about him, and now it was too late. Even if she were to encounter him, he surely would not recognize her, she looked nothing like her mother. But it was great to see that not everyone residing in Snowbound had complicated relationships with their parents, at least it did not appear that way after witnessing Jacob's reaction to seeing his father. In fact the duo seemed rather close, how nice.
The girl did not wish to interrupt the family reunion, however that insatiable curiosity drew the girl closer and she couldn't help but wish to witness what having a father was like. "Hello sir, my name is London, it's a pleasure to meet you." the girl would say, maintaining a comfortable yet polite air about her words. The clouded leopard would resonate a light smile towards the father and son and grandson duo, intrigued by Jacob's use of a second language now that he was with his father. It was rather beautiful, and she wondered if more of it would reach her ears. Perhaps she could even ask Jacob to teach her some words at a different time, but knowing the meaning of the words might just kill the magic of not knowing.
Re: FATHER OF MINE — VISITOR - | KILLUA ZOLDYCK | - 05-03-2018
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Killua would almost give everything if it meant that he would never have to see his family again. The only one that did know how terrible his family was, didn't even know the entire true story about all of the horrible things that he had done to him. He could go into vivid detail of every different torture that they put into his body and how he had felt at the time. The start of his torture training had obviously been the most painful for him, as he wasn't used to being injured like the rest of his siblings. But all of his siblings had lived through all the different sessions that he had gone through. Sure, he was the heir and was bound to get special treatment because of that, but the premise was the same. Half of the time his other siblings acted like the training that they had gone through wasn't all that big of a deal and simply carried on the family business like they were supposed to. There was no love to be found in his family, and there was no solitude from them either. Killua knew by now that they were constantly on the hunt for him, trying to pinpoint his exact location. Killua just didn't do nothing all day, and instead he went out to make sure to leave clues, that didn't look like clues, around different areas so that his family would follow those tracks in the wrong direction and hopefully tip them off. There were plenty of cases where it might not even work though, as his family weren't exactly idiot and he knew the specific sibling that would be tracking him down as well. He would have no chance in a fight against his older brother, at least at the moment. He had been training a small bit every single day for the past couple of weeks, but he had to wait for himself to heal completely before getting into the next stage of training. It was almost funny, that despite being an apprentice, he had no one that had ever been a mentor to teach him training other than his own family. Did he really care about something like that though? Not really. He doubted that anyone in the clans that were willing to be his mentor would actually be able to teach him something that he didn't know. If they did, then he would certainly give them props and be surprised. Killua considered his family to almost be like a poison, that once they got into his system, it would spread to the rest of his body slowly rotting who he was away until there was nothing left but a husk and bones. They wanted to try and manipulate their own son basically into submission so that he would never rebel against them again and be a good boy and follow what his mother and father told him to. Like it mattered to them, they had barely even raised him, as he had only really spent time with his siblings because they were in the mansion occasionally. His parents off doing their own jobs and managing the family business.
If his family was ever to wait on the border like Jacob's was, the albino serval would have told everyone to run for their lives. As they wouldn't be able to fight them and it would be the end of snowbound. There were very few creatures in the clan that were actually capable of fighting, and even then he doubted that their fighting skills could compare to the likes of a Zoldyck member in the first place. Or maybe, he just lacked faith. He didn't know, and he just hoped that day would never come in the future. The albino serval had been training, which meant that he wasn't able to spend all of his time on the border like some thought he would. Technically it was his job, but he could care less about his job anyway. The ivory-hued wildcat did patrol the border though after some fits of training by himself, which he made sure to do out of Snowbound territory so no one would come across him just in case. Killua was doing his usual tactic of traveling around the territory leaping from tree to tree, his air elementals making his movements silent and hiding his scent completely. It was a useful trick that he had learned when he was younger, and there seemed to be few animals around that were capable of elemental manipulation. Which was better for him, but also annoying as it meant that he would eventually have to do the heavy lifting. His metal claws made it so that he was capable of gripping the branches that he did land on, but he stopped jumping from tree to tree when he heard voices very close by. Who was that? He wasn't able to hear entirely what was going on and decided to he might as well check it out. Killua approached the wolf and the rest of the Snowbounder's from the left side, around 10ft in the air as he looked down at the ground. He was able to see how Jacob was interacting with the much older male, so that meant that they knew each other. He flicked one of his large white ears as he wondered what the wolf could possibly want. Still in a standing position, Killua would let himself drop down onto the snow below, almost to seemingly appear out of nowhere. As soon as he landed, a lollipop appeared in his mouth and he made his way over to stand next to London. His one and only friend at the moment. Killua didn't look as welcoming compared to the other's as he was trying to analyze the wolf as he looked at him. He did offer a grin toward London though, raising his white paw to wave at her. "Yo." He would greet the fellow albino before turning his attention to the wolf with a bored expression on his face. He sat himself down and leaned back slightly before speaking again. "So you know him huh? What's your name?" Killua would question the wolf, not opting to introduce himself like the rest. He wanted to at least get the other's name before introducing himself. Jacob's family. This should be interesting.
If his family was ever to wait on the border like Jacob's was, the albino serval would have told everyone to run for their lives. As they wouldn't be able to fight them and it would be the end of snowbound. There were very few creatures in the clan that were actually capable of fighting, and even then he doubted that their fighting skills could compare to the likes of a Zoldyck member in the first place. Or maybe, he just lacked faith. He didn't know, and he just hoped that day would never come in the future. The albino serval had been training, which meant that he wasn't able to spend all of his time on the border like some thought he would. Technically it was his job, but he could care less about his job anyway. The ivory-hued wildcat did patrol the border though after some fits of training by himself, which he made sure to do out of Snowbound territory so no one would come across him just in case. Killua was doing his usual tactic of traveling around the territory leaping from tree to tree, his air elementals making his movements silent and hiding his scent completely. It was a useful trick that he had learned when he was younger, and there seemed to be few animals around that were capable of elemental manipulation. Which was better for him, but also annoying as it meant that he would eventually have to do the heavy lifting. His metal claws made it so that he was capable of gripping the branches that he did land on, but he stopped jumping from tree to tree when he heard voices very close by. Who was that? He wasn't able to hear entirely what was going on and decided to he might as well check it out. Killua approached the wolf and the rest of the Snowbounder's from the left side, around 10ft in the air as he looked down at the ground. He was able to see how Jacob was interacting with the much older male, so that meant that they knew each other. He flicked one of his large white ears as he wondered what the wolf could possibly want. Still in a standing position, Killua would let himself drop down onto the snow below, almost to seemingly appear out of nowhere. As soon as he landed, a lollipop appeared in his mouth and he made his way over to stand next to London. His one and only friend at the moment. Killua didn't look as welcoming compared to the other's as he was trying to analyze the wolf as he looked at him. He did offer a grin toward London though, raising his white paw to wave at her. "Yo." He would greet the fellow albino before turning his attention to the wolf with a bored expression on his face. He sat himself down and leaned back slightly before speaking again. "So you know him huh? What's your name?" Killua would question the wolf, not opting to introduce himself like the rest. He wanted to at least get the other's name before introducing himself. Jacob's family. This should be interesting.
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Re: FATHER OF MINE — VISITOR - melantha - 05-03-2018
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Family...family is a difficult topic for Melantha. It is the most important thing in her life. She is passionately devoted to her family; this includes her obnoxious siblings and her self-destructive mother. Melantha is the oldest out of her siblings (with the exception of Dearlea, but she's an immature brat so she doesn't count) so she quickly adopted a caring role in the family. When Ma and Pa were gone, Mel was in charge. She made sure everyone was fed and oversaw that chores were completed. And she protected them to the best of her ability. Maybe she was too good at her job, because it is what eventually got her separated from them. The rush of icy water washing over her, filling her lungs, is a vivid memory. Corbett's terrified expression. Relief upon dragging her drowning brother to the riverbank. The sensation of her paw slipping out of Stella's clenched jaws...Melantha still bears the scar where her sister tried so desperately to keep her from being swept away. It was all in vain, unfortunately.
Like most predators, the young cougar is drawn to the sound of voices. Hunter-instincts tell her that food might be nearby, but Melantha knows that it is probably just someone at the border causing a commotion. Must be an important one too, given the amount of excitement permeating the air. She approaches silently, slinking from shadows to the protective cover of a small copse trees. The young female never approaches directly--the paranoia of possible betrayal forces her to take many unnecessary precautions. She does not yet trust these people, no matter how friendly they appear on the surface. "I don't really see the family resemblance," mutters the girl as she appears beside Killua, choosing to stand near him since he is the most familiar out of everyone present. Her comment is not intended to be mean, she is simply perplexed by the notion that family does not have to look the same. Perhaps she is just backwards, since her family of mountain lions lived in an isolated territory to the northeast.
Sagacious olive eyes study the newcomer with interest. She finds him handsome, in that rugged, mature sort of way. Vito is impeccably clean, which is strange for most people who stumble across the border. Melantha does not trust him one bit, but she does her best to conceal it beneath an impassive mask for the sake of Jacob. "Hello," she greets reluctantly. The lovely young huntress is put off by the mysterious air surrounding the stranger. He looks like a person of secrets. Based on the interaction with Jacob, he clearly loves his family, but a love for family does not necessarily make someone trustworthy.