04-14-2020, 11:32 PM
There were, on occasion, days that Alaric felt envious of the children in the Thunderlands. They had it all; lots of friends, full bellies, and, most importantly, living parents. He had had none of these things. The feline grew up alone with only his mother for company. Prey was not plentiful in their area of the woods for many parts of the year. And his father was dead.
Moth and Selby's kids, Aurum's kids—they would have everything they ever wanted. They did had full, complete families, and they had luxuries such as a library and a tavern that was stocked with all the food they could ever want. They had friends and siblings, neither of which Alaric grew up with. His only friends were the few books that his parents kept, especially after his father died and his mother grew distant.
Perhaps that was why he chose to look out for the children of Tanglewood. He was envious of them in those ways, but he also did not want to see them suffer from the same trauma that he did, even though he would never call it trauma, and would decidedly not dwell on or acknowledge the impact that that event had on his life. Ivan, in particular, was the child that he was most interested in protecting, himself having long ago acknowledged the intelligence that the child seemed to innately possess.
Presently, Alaric was leaving his home, beckoned out by some force that he could not place. The same force called him closer towards the center of the town, where his eyes landed upon the lanky black child that Alaric had just been pondering on. The tyke's head was held high and his chest was puffed with feigned confidence as he marched through the town. A slight smirk made its way onto the tabby's features as he approached the younger feline, who appeared to be busy with making himself look, well, busy.
"Good afternoon, Ivan," spoke Alaric, closing the distance between the two. "Looking for anyone in particular?"
Moth and Selby's kids, Aurum's kids—they would have everything they ever wanted. They did had full, complete families, and they had luxuries such as a library and a tavern that was stocked with all the food they could ever want. They had friends and siblings, neither of which Alaric grew up with. His only friends were the few books that his parents kept, especially after his father died and his mother grew distant.
Perhaps that was why he chose to look out for the children of Tanglewood. He was envious of them in those ways, but he also did not want to see them suffer from the same trauma that he did, even though he would never call it trauma, and would decidedly not dwell on or acknowledge the impact that that event had on his life. Ivan, in particular, was the child that he was most interested in protecting, himself having long ago acknowledged the intelligence that the child seemed to innately possess.
Presently, Alaric was leaving his home, beckoned out by some force that he could not place. The same force called him closer towards the center of the town, where his eyes landed upon the lanky black child that Alaric had just been pondering on. The tyke's head was held high and his chest was puffed with feigned confidence as he marched through the town. A slight smirk made its way onto the tabby's features as he approached the younger feline, who appeared to be busy with making himself look, well, busy.
"Good afternoon, Ivan," spoke Alaric, closing the distance between the two. "Looking for anyone in particular?"
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