I felt more like a prince of lies right now than a prince of Glorall, how had I let things get this far off course? I would have thrown down my life for my mate and child, Ithat's you Rio.. and our children. I just had't been able to get to the poor thing in time. Had I the faintest clue that something was wrong I would have come like the swift wind off the ocean, I would have... I swear it Rio! I do not care the landscape I scale in order to follow your scent. I do not care for the weather, it could be snowing for all I care, you are all I care about right now. That and getting our family back together. Nothing could hide your sweet perfume from my large nose, always the scent of herbs and sea, my large paws make divots in the ground as I push myself faster. It is not only your scent that keeps me pointing but the smells of others that lead to a spot along the river called something fields, I can't remember it's name I just wanted to talk to you... find out what you knew, avenge my child's wasteful death.

And then it all clicks together, it all makes sense now to me. This inner emotion stemmed from my childhood, how useless I had felt when I could not protect my mother and siblings from the momma bear. My father Weylin taken by the killer whale, all bad things come in threes I suppose. Subconsciously I had started to slow down just before the opening to the large meadow, my brain and eyes only take it all in with a rush as the push of many wolves hit me like a brick wall. I am assaulted by the press of bodies and silently thanked the gods that I had already imprinted! Still I moved with caution in case some young lass thought to test fate, I was a one woman man... despite the situation. Riopat, you are somewhere around here, my nose to the ground I work the bent over fall grass, all this movement though made it hard to locate where here exactly was.

I could have walked right past you my dear at some point in my search, I got confused at one point and ended up in the middle of some twisted mass of bodies, apparently they had just bonded and were taking it just a little bit fast for my liking, I frowned and took off for the edge I had first smelled you. By now the area had cleared some what I was able to better sniff around, it wasn't your scent though Rio that alerted me to your location but the sound of some one crying that perked my interest in a certain area. There was no one 'near' them and I no longer felt the crush of silent bodies.

I knew nothing about these types of meetings,Vega and I had imprinted rather simply.. we were too young to understand the bonds true meaning. At the time I had been around three or four and had no interest in women yet, let alone for someone younger than myself. We met a time or two, exchanged names and had come to the agreement that our relationship could be nothing more than platonic, Vega was always more of a sister. I wanted only to keep her safe from the horrible world, the night of her birth I had gone mad with pain... Riopat would you blame me for being pulled the way I am? "Riopat.... Rio I know your in there...." I can smell you more strongly now.

I seat myself outside of your bubble, close enough to converse or silently guard her from the males. What ever you want of me Rio. "look I'm an idiot... I get that... if you... you don't want me I'd understand... but I... I want you to know that I'm sorry I wasn't able... able to help our child. I should have been there.." it was literally my only true job in life and I can't even do that right! I don't blame you to be at a place like this if you were not looking to find someone else. I should be fired! I breath deeply to stop the drivel from my mouth "I do not blame you if you never wanted to see me again... but Rio... I do love you... fate can be wrong right?" I mean to speak of me and Vega. Why would it keep my soul attached to someone I had not one iota of romantic feelings for and the thought was mutual. Why does it tease us? Such a cruel mistress was fate.

Lost Prince | Male | Seven | 42in/ 211 lbs | Mate: Riopat | Imprint: Vega | Son of Weylin and Glorall | Father to: Story, Novel, & Rune