I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE
The Demon was growing uncomfortable with his father. He had now claimed to be soulmates with the demons sister, both him and Kelsea sharing the same mother. It was so strange to him, and yet he found it freeing that he was old enough to space himself from the awkward encounters. His hopes were to find his own soulmate, and leave Hawthorne if he could. His Aunt would surely understand if it was for the right reasoning - Love, a soulmate tie. Such respected things. Yet such a tiny thread from what he knew. He could only hope he wouldn't be in a similar situation to his father.
Though he knew it wasn't his fault Daneliya was told to leave. If anything, he shared a hatred for her. How she could disregard the tie she had to his father, sleep with another male and get pregnant by him within the same day as his own conception. How even though she was unfaithful to the tie, and bore bastards, her refusal to give the bastards to their father and live with his father and his siblings still. Instead, she chose to have his father break their tie, and despite not wanting to give up her bastards, she left behind him and his brother Khasinau. Yet she took his sister. Part of him wondered if he would ever meet her, and tell her the truth. It was likely she had hatred for them because of their mothers lies and twisted ways. Hell, even Kelsea knew of their mothers issues.
At the call of his Aunt, his dark frame exited his den and bounded out to the meetings area. The cool air of the Spring night cooling his body from the humid cave he just crawled out of. His reptilian legs shined after a fresh shed. His crimson gaze glanced to his father and little brother. A small nod to them as he kept walking and sat further away. His head turned to face his Aunt, sitting on her throne. He gave a bow of his head, and sat in silence. A pink line plucked at his chest, glowing in the night. His eyes looked out to where it may lead to, to who. It has to be someone nearby, his attention was kept only at the line.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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