08-12-2018, 12:11 AM
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Zjarr could've left a long time ago if he wanted, long after Pele straight up rejected his desperate attempts to achieve some reconciliation and bounded off to God knows where. He knew to take a hint, especially with a daughter that was growing into something more mature than a child. Sure, an adolescent. It was strange to admit that he never had a teenage kid before. Only youngsters. Well, he had an adoptive daughter in a distant realm that miraculously lived to apprenticeship, but here was where he knew he would live the rest of his likely immortal self out, unless some vengeful prick disconnected his head from the rest of his body somehow. Or maybe he'd do it to himself and beat some opportunistic bastard to the punch. With a heavy sigh he would come to realize that the dream of witnessing something of his creation developing into a mature adult and fleshing themselves out as true members of society was something that had been well within his reach. Yet due to his selfishness, his nomadic ways, his narrow mind, he fucked it all up. As usual. But hey, no point beating a dead horse again, eh?
Of course that was what he thought. He figured he could move on until he saw the form of Lunafreya appear. And recalling what his own child had explained to him, his teeth grinded against one another in sheer rage. You fucking bitch, you left them? YOU FUCKING LEFT THEM. YOU JUST WENT OUT AND FUCKED OFF TO WHO KNOWS FUCKING WHERE AND LEFT YOUR OWN CHILDREN BEHIND.
A soft, rapid exhale as his ears twitched. You're just like me. I'm no better.
"Thought you were gone for good, heh," the wolf snorted, his voice laced with sarcasm and a hint of malice. Directed to whom? Well, the both of them, really. He despised Luna's leaving her children, but not nearly as much as he despised himself for not even bothering to arrive within the first few months of their fucking existence. Perhaps she was willing to explain the matter. He was done with screaming matches, done with anger. He was done. And he wanted answers.
"I'll cut to the chase. Why'd ya desert 'em?"
Zjarr could've left a long time ago if he wanted, long after Pele straight up rejected his desperate attempts to achieve some reconciliation and bounded off to God knows where. He knew to take a hint, especially with a daughter that was growing into something more mature than a child. Sure, an adolescent. It was strange to admit that he never had a teenage kid before. Only youngsters. Well, he had an adoptive daughter in a distant realm that miraculously lived to apprenticeship, but here was where he knew he would live the rest of his likely immortal self out, unless some vengeful prick disconnected his head from the rest of his body somehow. Or maybe he'd do it to himself and beat some opportunistic bastard to the punch. With a heavy sigh he would come to realize that the dream of witnessing something of his creation developing into a mature adult and fleshing themselves out as true members of society was something that had been well within his reach. Yet due to his selfishness, his nomadic ways, his narrow mind, he fucked it all up. As usual. But hey, no point beating a dead horse again, eh?
Of course that was what he thought. He figured he could move on until he saw the form of Lunafreya appear. And recalling what his own child had explained to him, his teeth grinded against one another in sheer rage. You fucking bitch, you left them? YOU FUCKING LEFT THEM. YOU JUST WENT OUT AND FUCKED OFF TO WHO KNOWS FUCKING WHERE AND LEFT YOUR OWN CHILDREN BEHIND.
A soft, rapid exhale as his ears twitched. You're just like me. I'm no better.
"Thought you were gone for good, heh," the wolf snorted, his voice laced with sarcasm and a hint of malice. Directed to whom? Well, the both of them, really. He despised Luna's leaving her children, but not nearly as much as he despised himself for not even bothering to arrive within the first few months of their fucking existence. Perhaps she was willing to explain the matter. He was done with screaming matches, done with anger. He was done. And he wanted answers.
"I'll cut to the chase. Why'd ya desert 'em?"
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot