Don't listen to a w o r d I say
The screams all sound the s a m e

When she had first smelt him, she thought she had been hallucinating. She thought she was dreaming. She had not scented her father in much of the two years since the end of the world. And she had looked. High and low. Under rocks, under trees. She had to know what was the fate of her Father. The father that her mother cast aside for Vague. The father that Caligula so desperately wanted to know better. Call it Daddy issues, but Caligula had always wanted to know the father she looked more like. She had always felt like her Father had received the short end of the stick so to speak. He dedicated his life to her mother and received very little in return. Puppies that were possibly not his. The thought still was troublesome enough to the silent Night Goddess that she curls her lip at it and swallows down the taste of bile that came up. She had sealed the fate of one of those in that litter. His leg had snapped so easily in her jaws, and his screams had joined the symphony of screams that night.

She remembered like it was yesterday.

And then she left that little mongrel of a sibling behind. He was not of pure blood and Caligula feels nothing for him or for her actions. She would do it again if she could. They were not perfection, they were abominations against the proper way of things and Caligula could not stand it. She was sure he was dead.

Still, these were small thoughts in comparison to the singular realization that her father had survived. When she first scented him it had taken her aback and she had to stop to collect her thoughts. For two years, where had he hidden from her? Surely he had not left their Mother, for even with her betrayal's she was still perfection dressed in white. Caligula followed the scent and had spent days silently watching him. He was disturbed, that much was evident but the mismatched eyes could not figure out to what extent.

She tracked him to the waterfall. She almost lost him in the mist and noise of the waterfall, but Caligula watches as he shakes his head, as he speaks to himself. She could not make out the words over the roar of the liquid falling and she moves closer. She is reminded that he belongs to her and her true siblings. His coat reminded her of what Celesdue looked like in the moonlight. The patches of black were parts of him that he splattered over her own hide. And that red was so similar to the blanket that lay across the Sun Prince's shoulders. They were him and he was them. She moved quietly, surprising light on her feet considering the mass she accumulated as she grew older. The sheer bulk of her on a tall frame made her a force to be reckoned with. She outweighed even her mother and bested Tesseract in their mock battles if only by sheer force. She had never been particular tactical and relied more on her weight to bully her opponent into submission.

When she stops, she finds herself at Nero's side, with her own reflection watching them. She pauses only a moment before her head pushes itself underneath his, licking the bottom of his muzzle in submission and happiness. Caligula had her father, and that was enough for this moment. She tried to whine but it came out in coarse movements of breathing. It was only after a moment that she withdraws herself from the submissive position and looks him in the eyes with her own mismatched gaze. If she had ever had a voice, now would of been the time to use it, but she remains ever silent.

C A L I G U L A
though the truth may vary