His first true mission from Harries to prove his loyalty and what he had learned in terms of deception had been a huge success. The brute had successfully delivered the russet fae back to Cold Summers and had played the part of a concerned friend, one who had found her beaten and broken and battered and had brought her home. As if. He was merely a pawn for now, it was Harries who had been the true savior. he had been the one who had battled and defeated the demon within Apollonia's soul and temper the evil that was simply her nature. For it was the nature of all femmes to be evil and threaten the natural goodness of the brutes. It was the faes that were the temptresses, the ones who subtly drove all others to evil crimes. The only way to battle them was to neutralize the threat they posed... by laying with them. It would capture the demon for a period of time by laying the burden of pups upon her, and once the demon began to get loose of its shackles, the action would need to be repeated...

For Harries had taken this young whelp of a pup and turned him into a fit young teen, teaching him all along that the seed of a brute acted as a poison to the demon that possessed faes. Harries had even gone so far as to say that he thought Zorion was perhaps almost ready and strong enough to battle a demon himself soon. But not until he proved himself with the whole Apollonia situation...

Zorion, knowing that he himself was no angel, could only hope to be able to be such a warrior as Harries was now, fighting the good fight, even it meant dirtying himself in order to cleanse the faes. He meant to do good in the world... and this way his way. His destiny. But there was always a small thought in the back of his mind that perhaps it was wrong. Zorion had been so brainwashed by Harries that he didn't remember his parents or his previous pack. Perhaps he did not even think of Cold Summers as his pack any more... His family now solely consisted of Harries, his mentor, and the only father figure he had ever had. He had to trust him. He had to.

This was the first chance he had had to slip away from Apollonia. She was so sad and upset and played the amnesia card well. He had had amnesia more than once, so why not have it once again? Her father had been poking and prodding, demanding answers, but she had given none. All was safe and it seemed that Zorion's mission would be a complete success.

His grey pelt looked dull, reflecting the stormy clouds that lingered over head. He had called their bluff however - they would not release droplets, just merely contribute to a gloomy overcast. But that suited him just fine. Leisurely, he made his way down the well worn path that led to the lake and laid down in the soft silt, his lids just closing enough to block out the dim light of day.

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