The Demon watched as his niece was carried away by the Tarben dragon. He couldn't take his thoughts off of the pink strand he saw in battle, knowing all too well what that was. This one wasn't from him, his father had told him that he and his mother were tied when his litter-mates were conceived, making it genetic for the litter to have soulmates. He had cut his, but was tied to another Hawthorne member. Kelsea. He shook his head as he flew back home, the only thing he could see in her was Daneliya and it freaked him out a little.
Truth be told, he was hateful toward Daneliya. She had let that bastard Bristow sleep with her, already after their soulmate tie was shown to him. By the time he found her it was too late. She had done it, let the man in, he hadn't known she was impregnated though as it was the same day he met with her. That awful smell of another male on his supposed soulmate stunk and royally pissed him off. He still tried to get over that, they had mated that day to solidify their union. And not long after did she produce Nephilim, Khasinau, and Derevko, his children. But she also had others, not resembling him but Bristow. Anger boiled in him, and an argument came about. He threatened to tell his sister Lucaya of Daneliya having an affair with Bristow if she did not find someone else to raise his children or give them to Bristow himself. She refused, and he cut the tie. Thankfully, she left two of his children with him. He would get Derevko back one day.
The meeting was mostly mulled over in his head, a pained look on his face when he heard the mention of Damian, Aya, and then Kelseas brother. His ears pinned back, but he stayed beside his mother. His eyes at the time had refused to wander to Kelsea. When the meeting was finished, he began to walk back to his den. His wing was shredded and in need of some repair, along with cuts and bruises to his body from being thrown around by Balerion. A soft sigh left his maw as he walked, maybe it would be a good chance to have someone in his life again. His bloodline was strong, and they had always had good luck with their mates. But he seemed to be more like his sister than he had thought originally. She had been left on the altar on her wedding day, and yet found another. He smiled at the thought, maybe Kelsea could be his saving grace. His children were already grown anyways, what were a few more if they chose to have some? He sat in front of his den, which was close to the meeting grounds, his paw lifted to gently pull at the string. It stung him, and he wondered if it stung her the same. It had with Daneliya and him. This was his push for her to come see him. Perhaps a way to help her as well, surely she'd be grieving after such a startling event. Oracle had been nearly decapitated in front of her, and then the Dane had tried to go for her as well. She could have been killed had it not been for him stepping in.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Oh sweetheart, oh sweetheart, you're breaking my heart . . ."
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