by Alpha* » Sun Apr 05, 2015 12:49 pm
"You found my son." Elias says calmly after dropping the squirrel, "How?" is all he asks for a long moment, green eyes full of frustration. "He was in a high-up place, where few dogs go, few anything go. Castiel was supposed to be safe! Safe after all the attacks we've been through. We have to move dens every few days to be safe, in the dead of night, or durring a storm! How did you find my SON??" The male flicks his ears, inhaling, calming down again. There was no human blood. "Please don't hurt him! Castiel is.. was.. his parents died when he was not even walking, or crawling.. or anything.. they died. They saved my life when I was a pup and I was cast out of the pack! I have taken care of him, I share my portions with him, I bring him water as best I can. I feed the pack and the pups first, before I feed him, and long before I feed myself! What did I do wrong except protect a human pup Kiba? The other dogs will kill him. Don't you see? Clearly you've met him; he isn't like other humans. Castiel is Different! Please don't hurt him, don't let him starve." The silvery male lifts his head, standing proudly though he won't stand up to any attack on him, he hasn't eaten enough to be strong. "Punish me, hurt me, kill me.... not Cas, please. I'm begging you. Don't punnish the child Kiba, he's done no harm, he was born after the scorge time, he isn't one of the old ones. Please Kiba." The smell of food is making Eli drool, he has to swallow, and drop his head. Aurora, and the pack, would hate him - he tries to feel nothing about that. He fails. Silence reigns for a long moment, "And you don't reek of human,... he is barely human, he's been with me... for many, many turns of the seasons, me only. You barely smell of human - though I could be wrong, I'm used to the smell of the boy." That storm-like voice drops many octives, breaking - "What else have I done Alpha Kiba? Or rather, what do you think I have done?... I have no knowledge of anything but keeping the knowledge of my tending to a human pup and sharing my portions with him. So what have I done? I'll take my punishment." The patroler can smell the food, elects to ignore it - it isn't for him. It may be important, probably not. Those ears of his are pushed forward to Kiba. "....Just please don't hurt Castiel.. please," that voice is sorrowful, "P-please, don't hurt my son."

“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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“Sadly i have a life outside CS with a job...and other things[color=#00BFFF]”
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