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No Method, Just Madness IP: 108.19.101.218 Posted on December 14, 2014 at 07:19:21 PM by Andras
His thoughts were jumbled a bit more than usual. He had forgotten which ear was the one that was inflected with deafness with Lamia. He just knew he wanted to be close to her, be near to her even if it was just keeping her within his sights. She was the daughter that made him most proud, the daughter that carefully learned and crafted herself.
He let his paws feel the cool water, and did not flinch or move at the approach of Lamia to his side. He turned his head slightly towards her as she entered the bog water with him. It was an odd move from her, to inspect him with paws upon his chest. Perhaps he would have been more stiff and closed off if he felt right, but he cared not as she seemed to inspect his nose- for what reasons he did not understand. He heard the cry and caw of ravens in the trees not far from them, their noise seemed to dig into her very mind as he closes his eyes. Hold still he heard, almost as if the ravens were saying it themselves, or that his daughter.
He felt the chill of water begin to fly into the air and onto his pelt. There was no edge to his movements, he stood still as she splashed him and his remained closed. The world seemed to swirl a bit as he stood there, yet he enjoyed the feeling of the water on him as some of the heat was dissipating.
He sighed softly when she stopped, opening his eyes again, and the world felt so blindingly bright. He squinted, the voice of his daughter wiggling into his ears and mind, and he obediently followed her orders. He turned, his massive form moving to lay upon the rock like she said. He did not really know or realize what was happening. For now, he was simply in the world, stuck in his body. the world is white and bright, the songs of birds and wind cling to the air. He could see his own breath with each time he pulled air and in out of his very being.
When Lamia returned, he merely watched her as she bit his paw. He let a scowl form upon his face, but the pain was nothing. He didn't understand why, but it didn't seem malicious in nature. He looked down at it, staring as she then applied some plant something or other on him. He odd. It was about all he could think right now, the oddness of the whole situation, and how it didn't bring rise to any anger. His eyes returned to her when she started explaining, and all he did was simply nod at her explanation. She was trained in these ways, not him. Whatever works, he supposed in his mind. One more spray of water, but he did feel concern for Lamia as she got her own pelt wet in the cold of winter.
"Don't soak yourself," he scolded, with her coming to rest with him. He let his front leg lift, to rest upon Lamia and pull her in close. It is not often he was physically close with his children, but he was unhindered as of late, unlatched. He held her close, to keep her warm in the wet winter.
He knew she felt the pain of her mother being gone from this world. He felt it. He heard her question, and took a deep breath. "I have simply been. I can never be how I was. Your mother is gone, her killer not found, and your sister is missing with her scent at the scene. I have only been since, no answers have been found, and now...now I feel so hot,"he states with his earthly booming voice. "But Lamia, dearest daughter, how have you been, what have you been doing, other than growing so big," he mused and asked as he held her close to him, allowing his dark form to touch hers, a strong protective feeling radiating from his wound muscles. She is young, so young and yet she grows, her mind already mature enough to understand much in the world, yet how has she felt and handled the recent events that have befallen Iromar?