03-26-2020, 09:45 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
Aurum's relationship with his father had been a complicated one, to say the very least of it. On one hand, the male had respected his father greatly and cherished every piece of advice the older lion had given him when it came to his future of being king. For a while, Aethelwulf had made Aurum feel like, perhaps, he had at least one parent who actually gave a shit about him. On the other hand, however, Aurum also resented Aethelwulf, for never doing anything to help with or stop the horrible abuses of his mother Judith. Aethelwulf had never made a move when Judith had reprimanded him or hurt him, and he hadn't even spoken when Aurum had found out he would not, in fact, be the future king of his pride. The angel had been so angry then, lashing out and roaring and challenging his father to make sense of things for him. After all that time spent training him and reprimanding him harshly whenever he did anything unkingly, his father was seriously just going to give up? Back down and let Judith do as she pleased? That had irreparably damaged his and his father's relationship, leading to Aurum being underwhelmed at his father's passing, despite the pain that he had held hidden, deep within his heart.
At the very least, Aurum had never been forced to witness his father's death himself. He had never had to sit with him and watch as he bled out. He could just remember a patrol running in one day, their eyes panicked and full of sorrow as they announced that Aethelwulf was dead, killed by their rival hyena tribe. It had been a dark day, yes, but it had not inflicted the trauma that Alaric had to deal with. Nowadays, Aurum thought little of his father, only occasionally thinking back to time with the man whenever he thought of his coming cubs, and how he would care for them. He would be a better father than Aethelwulf. A better mother than Judith. That he was sure of. He wouldn't abandon his children, or leave them to suffer at the hands of another. He would be a parent to think fondly of, even if it just ended up killing him in the end, as it had ended up killing Alaric's father.
The proxy knew that the day of his children's birth was fast approaching. All the telltale signs were there, from the swelling of his stomach to the way he felt heavy and lethargic, his body stockpiling energy for when he would really need it. Despite this, he intended to enjoy every moment he had before the actual birthing happened, which was why he was out so early in the day. He had been patrolling, nosing his way through the thick growth of the swamp and stepping over logs in an effort to head for the border, a soft hum leaving his throat as he moved carefully. He paused when the scent of Alaric hit him, surprised by the presence of anyone else at this time of the day. Raising his head, the tigon turned and slipped through the thickly clustered bushes to where the tabby was, simply watching for a moment as the other male plucked herbs and berries, with a certain heaviness to his movements. Aurum frowned when he saw it, sensing a dark cloud over the other's head. Clearing his throat, the angel said simply after a moment, "Hello, Alaric. I'm surprised to see you out so early, and gathering herbs as well... are you feeling alright?" Perhaps that was a bit direct, but Aurum had been losing patience for subtly as of late.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
#psychosocial.At the very least, Aurum had never been forced to witness his father's death himself. He had never had to sit with him and watch as he bled out. He could just remember a patrol running in one day, their eyes panicked and full of sorrow as they announced that Aethelwulf was dead, killed by their rival hyena tribe. It had been a dark day, yes, but it had not inflicted the trauma that Alaric had to deal with. Nowadays, Aurum thought little of his father, only occasionally thinking back to time with the man whenever he thought of his coming cubs, and how he would care for them. He would be a better father than Aethelwulf. A better mother than Judith. That he was sure of. He wouldn't abandon his children, or leave them to suffer at the hands of another. He would be a parent to think fondly of, even if it just ended up killing him in the end, as it had ended up killing Alaric's father.
The proxy knew that the day of his children's birth was fast approaching. All the telltale signs were there, from the swelling of his stomach to the way he felt heavy and lethargic, his body stockpiling energy for when he would really need it. Despite this, he intended to enjoy every moment he had before the actual birthing happened, which was why he was out so early in the day. He had been patrolling, nosing his way through the thick growth of the swamp and stepping over logs in an effort to head for the border, a soft hum leaving his throat as he moved carefully. He paused when the scent of Alaric hit him, surprised by the presence of anyone else at this time of the day. Raising his head, the tigon turned and slipped through the thickly clustered bushes to where the tabby was, simply watching for a moment as the other male plucked herbs and berries, with a certain heaviness to his movements. Aurum frowned when he saw it, sensing a dark cloud over the other's head. Clearing his throat, the angel said simply after a moment, "Hello, Alaric. I'm surprised to see you out so early, and gathering herbs as well... are you feeling alright?" Perhaps that was a bit direct, but Aurum had been losing patience for subtly as of late.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM
— Reggan