I tried to avoid thinking of my children. I can’t describe how deep is the pain to think about them. How badly I wished I could have died in their place. Perhaps it is I who should be in their place in that day. Perhaps everything would be better for my beloved family. I love them so much. Is it some kind of crime? To love my Ruvindra, Tesseract, Caligula!? Oh! I closed my eyes for a second and forced these thoughts away, I had a mission to do. I have to save my son. My only son, who hates me for a reason I do not know. Ruvindra still believed he didn’t hate me, but it is so clear. When I try to talk to him, anything at all seems to be more worth of his attention, he refuses to look in my eyes, to trust me, to simply wave his tail once or… Say hi maybe? Not even that. It is clear he hates me, so I try not to intrude in his life. He doesn’t want me in it.
The water moves slowly in the lake and the sun, lazily moves down. It was nearly the end of the day. It’s good to finally take a break for a few moments. I had been very busy, walking, looking for other wolves, hunting down not only the assassins, but the third responsible for attacking my son. I finally have time to rest. It is not long until my ears catch the sound of pads on the ground, approaching my form. My head lifts and my eyes shot open. I couldn’t let my guard down. So many already looked for me. The moment my gaze fall upon the very familiar ivory form of the wolf in front of me, my heart skips a beat. My chest aches badly for a long second with deep emotion. The scent! The colors! His eyes! I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. It can’t be! No! Am I… Really seeing him? His head tilts in confusion and I mirror his actions. He was as much surprised as I was. I lifted to my paws slowly. He called me and took a few steps forward. His head slightly lowered. My yellow and blue eyes filled with only happiness as I looked at him.
A sea of questions flooded my mind and I didn’t know what to say. Did he know who I am? How is it possible? Where had he been? Why I never found him?... But the question that terrified my heart… Does he… Hate me. Like Vidar does?
He finally asked, taking a moment to clear his throat. His voice a bit hesitant. If I am… Vague! I nodded .
- Yes! - I replied as I nodded slowly, waiting for his reaction for a few seconds- Elric! My son!
That’s what I managed to say. I was frozen in this spot… I am so afraid to approach him! I am so afraid! Is it truly real!? I want it to be! It’s a dream!? Perhaps I have fallen asleep? I just know that this is the happiest moment in all my life. I know it’s him, I just know! His eyes… The color of his pelt, his scent!
A father never forgets his son.
10 years old | Lord of Iromar | Forever Ruvindra’s lover | --30in/120lbs--
Tear me to pieces ;Don't get caught in my schemes
VAGUE
Whisper words into your ears ;Let me see you hit the ground |