There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and it's filled with people who are filled with shit!
And the vermin of the world inhabit it!
The great black wolf had been searching for days now, before he found the boy. Since he found him though, his eyes hadn’t left the child. He had grown big, but then it had been… how long? Four years? More? They had never spent much time together, his master and the boy. Maybe they never saw eye to eye. Maybe it was down to how the child had come into the world. Or maybe it was how much he reminded his master of the boy’s mother. That would be it. They had heard. Aura was gone, and the boy was alone in the world .But they always watched. They had eyes all over Shaman, the pack, and his master had made sure the boy was watched. But his master was a hermit, lived alone, in his own personal exile. The wolf grunted under his breath. Exile. It was as though he thought he had done something wrong. The only thing he had done wrong, was abandoning his family. Leaving the boy to grow up alone.
He could almost be a man now.
Silently he padded out of the growth, his huge black shape standing out against the paved floor of the castles yard. Once he had come close enough to the young boy he tilted his head and sat, waiting, watching. It was not his style to go to anyone, even his master’s only son. Ears forwards in anticipation he watched the young creature. What could he see of his master in the boy? Would he even approach him? It had been years since he had been seen in this place, and he very much doubted that anyone would recognise him. But if anyone would, it would be the boy. They were some of the last people to see him.
He waited until the boy had approached before clearing his throat and speaking, having been out of the practice of talking to the fae. “My master wishes to approach, if it would please you.” His ears twitched. His master was not far away. He could feel his presence now, the gentle rumbling of a storm on the horizon was always a tell-tale sign. “There are hard times, Thoth, son of Adonis, and my master wishes to become part of this world again, to protect the only thing he can.” He let the thought linger for a moment. “He would also like to be recognised by his only son…”
Itzal sat and waited, knowing his master was waiting for his sons reaction before approaching. Family reunions were not the most painless experience.
Adonis
And the taste of love is bitter in our mouths
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