04-01-2020, 10:34 PM
Children. Tanglewood seemed to be filled to bursting with them. Ivan, Simon, and Winston could stand as examples, but Alaric was sure that there were even more that he was, as of yet, unaware of.
They also happened to be a somewhat touchy topic for the tabby. His own childhood was characterized by the trauma of his father's death, and despite Alaric's normally blasé attitude towards anyone and everyone, he had a soft spot for them. For the most part, he noticed, they were innocent and worth protecting. Except when they happened to be assholes. Those children... Alaric had choice words for those particular kids.
As for having children of his own? Alaric was very averse to the idea. He did not want to subject his kids to a life without him should he happen to randomly die. Deep down he knew that was unlikely to happen—his own father died in a freak turn of events—but he could not run the risk and then cause his kids the same trauma that he went through (despite him swearing up and down that he had not experienced trauma were he to be confronted about it).
At the moment, Alaric happened to be strolling down one of Tanglewood's streets when he heard, from an open door, Aurum's voice beckoning someone inside. It appeared to be Moth, one of Tangle's healers. With piqued interest, Alaric diverted his course towards the proxy's home. Peering inside, he immediately took notice of the four mewling cubs crawling towards their mother. His eyes widened instinctively as he realized two things: A. these were Aurum's children, and B. there were more children.
Nevertheless, Alaric took note of the joyous occasion. Looking towards Aurum, he would utter a, "Congratulations," a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
They also happened to be a somewhat touchy topic for the tabby. His own childhood was characterized by the trauma of his father's death, and despite Alaric's normally blasé attitude towards anyone and everyone, he had a soft spot for them. For the most part, he noticed, they were innocent and worth protecting. Except when they happened to be assholes. Those children... Alaric had choice words for those particular kids.
As for having children of his own? Alaric was very averse to the idea. He did not want to subject his kids to a life without him should he happen to randomly die. Deep down he knew that was unlikely to happen—his own father died in a freak turn of events—but he could not run the risk and then cause his kids the same trauma that he went through (despite him swearing up and down that he had not experienced trauma were he to be confronted about it).
At the moment, Alaric happened to be strolling down one of Tanglewood's streets when he heard, from an open door, Aurum's voice beckoning someone inside. It appeared to be Moth, one of Tangle's healers. With piqued interest, Alaric diverted his course towards the proxy's home. Peering inside, he immediately took notice of the four mewling cubs crawling towards their mother. His eyes widened instinctively as he realized two things: A. these were Aurum's children, and B. there were more children.
Nevertheless, Alaric took note of the joyous occasion. Looking towards Aurum, he would utter a, "Congratulations," a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
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