My children all have a purpose- even if they do not realize their own purpose. It is not always wise to give them their purpose so bluntly by mouth. The reason for their existence can be left to linger in the air for a while. I know that my blind boy likely ponders and rips at his own mind for his reason to exist on this earth.


Do I let him continue to torture his own mind?

I guess I can let him do as he pleases, as I let him do for the time that he hides away in his den- darkness within darkness. Let him mope and sink into the earth if that is what he wishes to do. My eyes of copper flared from time to time, watching over him if he realized it or not. I know that Able has been...edited, though how that came about is unclear to me at the moment. I do not mind it. He is still alive, is he not?

My boy got to the point where he was out and about again. Water was a thing that was required for our feeble bodies. I knew where he would go- and I was there when we came into sight. I was on the other side of the bank, simply laying in the grass with front paws crossed. I do not make a sound. I do not make a movement, and my breath could not be heard over the sound of water flowing between him and me.

I see the displeasure on his face, and my brow lifts slightly- a gesture the boy will never know was made. I can almost feel his aura from here. My ear flickers with my head held high. I wonder what it is that tangles his mind up- my boy meant to suffer.

After a moment of simply watching him drink, I stood. In a fluid motion I begin to cross the river. Stones grant me a path, and the water was low, although water in unavoidable. I begin to hum as I do so- sweet, sweet melodies flowing from my dark figure. It is my signal to him that I am here as I reach the bank on the other side. I land about 10 wolf lengths away from him, my head turning slowly in his direction. He will have to come to me.

"What has gripped your mind, my son?" I say smoothly.

"What weakness has burrowed itself into your head?" I say more hard this time, my eyes narrowing as I look him over. It is almost like I sense a fear from him, and I wish for this to be...expunged, whatever it is. I am not quite sure what I am getting from him. It is an odd thing having a blind son. He does not get to see the body language of others and learn from it- yet there are many innate things that are done. It is still a bit difficult to read him in some aspects, and easier in others. Regardless, I am certain there is something gnawing away at him.