THROUGH THE SMOKE & THE FLAMES
The King was absolutely thrilled watching his beloved Themis's stomach grow with life. The life of their children. He was running over names, trying to think of anything he liked and keep track of the ones Themis also liked. He grinned at the idea of a little Persephone if they had at least one daughter. He enjoyed the name a lot. His children were what he wanted to focus on, should they look like either of them. Perfect copies or little clones, he'd be happy regardless so long as they were healthy and so was Themis. Yet in the back of his mind was still the lingering fear of something going wrong. News of Phobus's attack on a Sabertooth princess made his skin crawl. He should have ended him the night he defiled his sister. Her wedding night and she was assaulted by her husbands cousin. It was horrible, disgusting, vile. He was entirely conflicted, and felt he shared the blame. He was to try to parent the boys, and yet Phobus did not want his parenting. He wanted to be a menace, a monster.
Demius on the other hand was wonderful, and he wondered when him and Yesimire would have children of their own too. Wisteria had bore children a while ago, and what made him raise question were the two who didn't resemble Helius. Had Phobus forced her into carrying his children as well? He couldn't believe the atrocious idea, despite the innocence of the children. It wasn't their fault, nor Wisterias. He could only hope she was well, and that her life had gone on and been better since she was attacked. Helius was a good man, and from what he knew an excellent father. But Phobus . . . Mabbit knew too well that if he had killed a Sabertooth girl then he had overstepped the border. He had broken the rule, Tarben had broken the rule. Sabertooth would go to war, and he feared what it meant for his family and pack. Their numbers were already deteriorating.
His paws collided with stone as he paced the terrain by the border closest to the river, coming out often to think here. His beloveds call made him spring forward without a second thought, his crimson eyes set on her atop the throne. As he got to her and scaled their throne, he smiled and nuzzled his maw into her nape. "My love, how are you feeling?" He asked softly, hoping she wasn't overdoing herself by coming out to a meeting. Surely she'd speak on Phobus, and the news would be hard on anyone. But he worried for her, as emotions could affect the children she carried in her. He'd listen to her reply and likely respond before looking out to see his daughter Valkyrie sitting next to the throne. He smiled at her, knowing them announcing their children would mean more siblings for Valkyrie. He kept his head raised high as he waited for the rest of the pack to fill the clearing.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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& I WILL STAND MY GROUND UNTIL THE END
| MATE OF THEMIS | FATHER TO TWO | AMBERBJORNE KING | METALHEAD |
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