by TheSilverfeather » Tue May 03, 2011 4:36 am
Solus watched his pups silently, sighing as he did so. Most of all, he wanted his son to become what he had always tried to make him be. The King of Nightmare Serenches. But it was unlikely, as he had experienced the harsh methods they used. He shuddered, knowing very well he most likely wouldn't be allowed to stay at the Dream Writers place, as he was a pure bred Nightmare Serenche through generations. He sighed softly, but didn't say anything. He got an idea, just then. "I will just... Go for a walk." he said silently and got up, attempting to walk the best he could. He limped at times though, and looked like he was beaten. He continued walking up the mountain, heading towards the Nightmare Serenches place. There was something he had to do.
Nevada wrinkled her nose. "Do I have to be either side? Can't I learn how to be both a Nightmare Serenche and a Dream Writer?" she asked, watching her mother carefully. She shuddered as Solus left, knowing exactly where he was going. Then she turned to face her mother. She didn't want to be a normal serenche. She never wanted to. Having no powers, nothing but yourself. It would be way too easy to be tracked down and eaten, killed or even shot. She didn't like those thoughts, so she wanted to stay in the mountain. At the place where her family had lived, and where they still lived.
Levi smiled and sat down. "Where if Ginto? I haven't seen him in a long while... What if he's injured, or...?" she stopped there, her face suddenly serious as she watched Dugo. Ginto was her first son, so he would always be dear to her. And now that he was out all alone... Surely he would have returned sooner, since he was going to make an armour with his father? They couldn't stay away all the time either.
Ginto smiled at Karma, sighing happily as he walked by her side. It was peaceful and quiet, and he enjoyed the colder air that had come. He wondered what his mother and father's day had been like, if they had done a lot, or just watched over his siblings. Who knew, really? He kept walking, soon seeing the den before his eyes. He felt joyful and trotted slightly, eager to get home to his parents.
Itsy bitsy spider...