truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
They had been gone for a good long while now. Enderly had lounged around the grotto for weeks after Naamah had traveled away and with her, Enderly's daughter. It had been a blow for Naamah to finally leave. Even worse that she had taken his child despite the fact that the girl hadn't wanted to accept his parenting in the first place. Really, this whole time had been a thorn in his side and it had left Enderly in a state of darkness for a while. He had been chomping at the bit to release some of his tension, some of the fury that had built up in him. The only thing that made any of it bearable was knowing she had left Samil too. If he wasn't pissed that she had left after chosing the male over him then he might feel a bit more smug about the whole way it played out.
It didn't matter anyways, he tried to tell himself, and he buried his mind elsewhere to take thoughts of the ebony temptress from his mind. In the meantime Stella, too, had disappeared and he had been gloriously happy about that. Even found him a new soulmate, a fresh, innocent girl by the name of Ceal, one who he craved for all her purity. The sick side of him wanted to make her his puppet, wanted to make her
adore him, to control her, and how easy he thinks it will be. But he had met Eris as well, an alabaster female who was like himself and made him mad with desire. So you could say Enderly had been busy.
Enderly finally chose to leave Asteraia's borders with a final flick of his tail. It was insufferably boring anyways and his mind was beginning to churn in desire for more chaotic procedures. Yet he found himself wandering towards the grotto. It was instinctive, always the direction his body went when traveling, and it began to sink him into a black mood with each step. But he couldn't stop. Not yet.
Besides, a storm rolled in with the swiftness of the seasons, and Enderly found his svelte figure picking up speed to outpace the rain that was growing ever closer. Being wet was not his favorite past time. With a snarl at this unexpected occurrence he lunged into a full on run just as the water let loose and he crossed the threshold into the confines of the caverns, thunder roaring ominously. Only a fine drizzle had caught his sleek fur and he shakes it off, freezing in the midst of his grooming as a whimper reaches his ears.
Silver eyes snap towards the noise, a familiar scent encasing his nose, and he takes a few steps forward as he spies her figure. Small, helpless really, and
here.
"Sanguine?" His voice is a stunned whisper, his eyes quickly glancing around in wonder - was her mother here too? No, she wasn't. She was alone. Now Enderly does step closer to her, peering at her.
"You are back..."