05-13-2018, 09:50 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — and till the end you're my very best friend
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Pierce had lost kids before - not them wandering away or being kidnapped, which he imagined was incredibly terrifying and stressful, but he'd had a litter of four a few months back; Clementine, Edward, named after his "uncle", Aster, and Persephone. Three girls and a boy. Four beautiful children, who though he'd never gotten to really be with them, he'd loved more than anything. Though, there had been the slight complication that three of them were born dead. For months, and even to this very day, the fact that he could have raised three more children alongside Clementine, given her people to play with, as her condition kept her from playing with many other kids in their clan, the fact that he would have been able to raise three other people into strong, kind, respectable people, haunted him. Would Clem have been happier? Probably, but until the day he died, celebrating his daughter's birthday, hell, even her existence, would be a bittersweet event, as it would also be a recollection of the loss and heartbreak he had experienced.
It was Jacob's shouting that caught Pierce, who had been working on some art project nearby,'s attention. The boy was always so level-headed, calm, but those weren't any angry or excited screams- he was desperate, terrified for his child's well-being. As Pierce locked amber eyes on the other's larger form, he got to his paws, ears perking in Jake's direction, though he couldn't help but scan the area for the figure of the other's son. Unsurprisingly, he found nothing. "Jacob!" the effeminate tom called, moving toward the Chief in hopes of at least getting him to stop moving. "Jacob, hey, bud, maybe take a breath real quick? You won't be able to help Harrison if you're not thinking straight." Was he right? Maybe. He was just saying whatever he would want someone to say to him in this situation- though he wouldn't be surprised if the husky lashed out at him.
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It was Jacob's shouting that caught Pierce, who had been working on some art project nearby,'s attention. The boy was always so level-headed, calm, but those weren't any angry or excited screams- he was desperate, terrified for his child's well-being. As Pierce locked amber eyes on the other's larger form, he got to his paws, ears perking in Jake's direction, though he couldn't help but scan the area for the figure of the other's son. Unsurprisingly, he found nothing. "Jacob!" the effeminate tom called, moving toward the Chief in hopes of at least getting him to stop moving. "Jacob, hey, bud, maybe take a breath real quick? You won't be able to help Harrison if you're not thinking straight." Was he right? Maybe. He was just saying whatever he would want someone to say to him in this situation- though he wouldn't be surprised if the husky lashed out at him.
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