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I tell myself every day that I will not visit Diveen, that I will not torment them with the scent of my cologne along the borders. When I was first exiled, I broke that rule a few times. I would linger on the outskirts watching over my family, watching them grow and live without me. It was refreshing to see them happy in the aftermath of that terrible day. But I know in the end it was only hurting them. I know Kane still walks the borders and I can replay that look on his face until my dying day. He came across a whiff of my cologne and it played like a sad movie. He looked grief stricken and so many mixed emotions. He was angry and sad and helpless and determined all at once and it hit me to the core. He wanted his father but he knew that his father deserved his fate. There were times I would come across his scent by the grotto and I know he came to visit but I excused myself to save him the excuses. I know he only does it out of an obligation of being my son. He thinks it is expected of him to check on me but I don't need a keeper. I don't need him keeping tabs on me. I stripped him of this obligation and by the fifth time, he stopped coming around and I knew I'd gotten the point across. It ws better this way. No string attached, a clean break. He doesn't need this grief in his life. I know I have a shadow on my tail. She's not doing very good at keeping herself quiet. I hear her paws crunching on leaves and I hear her giggle. She thinks this is fun, a game of sorts. She is young but old enough to know better. What brings her here? She has no obligation to me. She doesn't even know me. She was too young when I was exiled, too young to have known me. Are there rumors about me? Is it a dare of the young to hunt down the crazy grandfather they should never know? She is built too much like those of my blood. I don't have to smell her to know we're related. She stares at me while nibbling at a tree, so innocent, so full of life. She steps toward me full of confidence, her voice a melody in my ears. I can tell she doesn't fear me. My ears prick, ready to listen but my body language is wary and cautious, not because she is a threat but because she is a link to what I have been avoiding, family. I scowl as she speaks, my tail thumping the ground as I raise a brow at her. "Words can be useful tools of warning. You should heed them more often." DMC_male_twenty years_no mate_imprinted on |