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"Then leave."

Nuishan's own eyes narrowed at Trump, quietly scanning him. Finally, she flicked her tail, looking at her sons. "I never let them. This is where you are wrong. I have spent many months trying to teach them that Rendo may not be their dad, but he was their father. They came to their own feelings despite how I taught them." She looked at Trump, eyes still narrow.

"Do not forget that I am not here to be loved. I am not here for cries of joy, for cries of "mother, we missed you." No. I am here to see that my sons are alive, and try if I can to be the mother I have always desired to be to them. If you reject me then I understand. Either way, I am not here for your undying love. I am here to see if I can try and be a family to you." She glanced at Razor now, noting that he acted much like Shai did as a teenager.

"You're right. How about we tell of ourselves? I am not the best at this meet and greet, mostly because my own siblings hate each other and never wanted for a reunion, so perhaps you could tell us how to go about it?" Now she looked at Kishen, smiling when Rush and Kishen bumped heads.

Trump had to admit, he didn't picture Nuishan to have a back bone. Figured if she cried so much he could simply give her what she want and manipulate her, instead she was strong. Trump finally turned his gaze upon his true brothers. Kishen was being assimilated nicely, maybe later tonight he would start hating dad. Razor was...well Razor. As he returned his gaze to Nuishan slight nod of his head at his answer to his accusation.

"I must say you did poorly at that endeaver." He stayed silent for a moment pondering her proposition. Their was nothing to gain if he left, no he would suffer losses. Worst his father might not forgive him he left. Finally a sigh of defeat escaped his lips. "You were never their for me when I needed a mother instead of a father. And you left father a wreck I had to witness my entire kithood. But...I didn't come here because I wanted to meet you. I came here for him. I don't trust you as anything in my life. However..."

He paused for a moment almost wanting to know if what he was about to say really did come from a surpressed want. "Since I'm staying you could prove me wrong in my diagnois and possibly establish a relationship. Although I am willing to try. I am biased."

Hearing Rush's voice Trump turned his head to give a warning glare. He didn't say anything yet but he wanted to protect his father.

The pounding in Rendo's skull didn't feel any better after the aggression seemed to calm down. He had to admit Nuishan handled herself with Trump very well. It was rare for him to admit defeat. When the question came from Rush he didn't regester it at first since their was no growl or large amount of anger. Just a basic question.

"Just something we agreed on I guessed." He gave a tired shrug trying to find a way to explain. "I was so busy trying to find my lost nephew and his new born children after they disappeared I scouted far...much to far. I came home to Lunaire and Nui-I mean Nuishan was..." he looked down a guilty look as he remember how he neglected her.

"She had given birth to my boys and I wanted to start looking again. So we decided I take them. I had to stop looking for Odi and his children after you hatched. Mouths to feed; comforting my sister of her lost child and grandchildren, a tribe I think which me banished. Just part of my life."

A tired sigh escaped his lips as he looked away from the group, he just wanted to find a sandy shore and simply sleep. "Bad lover, horrible father, and an amazing scout. Worse combo ever...if you don't mind I need to lay down." Rendo didn't wait for a reply. He simply got up and walked behind a bush in the shadows of the forest to let his headachd subside.

Kishen frowned abit at moms words. She was right though. he let out a sigh. He was content in life right now. He had loving parents, together or not and alot of sibilings. "I personally never cared for who was oldest or youngest. I figured we were close enough that it didnt really mater." He shrugged and felt bad for dad, who was trying to sleep amonst this... Good luck. "Mom, If I can ask...While we were gone what have you been doing.... like... Are you still in a tribe? Have you met any other people?" He was curious. He wanted to learn more about the family he didn;t get the chance to grow up with. "If its to personal you don't have to answer."

Rush looked over at Nuishan when she spoke, nodding softly. He didn't have much to add, instead deciding that maybe he should work on Razor. Trump contiuned shooting him warning stares, and this was causing Rush to not like the male at all. He didn't answer to him, no, he wasn't his mother or father. He was his brother, not his damn master. Flicking his tail, he glanced at Razor now.

"I think Hikaru is the oldest of us three, then it's me, then Kaoru. Though," He winced then, remembering how the Twins out-casted him as kits at first. "Often they stick together."

Kaoru saw the wince, the twins tails flicked in sync, having untangled earlier. Every movement they made were in sync, even when they blinked. Finally, Kaoru shrugged, the only movement Hikaru did not follow, and looked at Razor.

"Ari is Lunarie's Elder, our Elder. If you want, we could show you around the campsite." He glanced at Nuishan, who nodded approvingly, then glanced at Trump. "You, too. And Kishen." He noted Rendo was gone, raising an eyebrow.

"What was living with Rendo like?" Hikaru asked, the mans name almost switching to something else he'd be more amused with, but managed to keep it to "Rendo". He looked over at Kishen, raising an eyebrow at the younger male.

"Basically, what did you guys do?" He flopped down as Kaoru did, the two moved their closest paws together to over-lap one another, watching Trump and Razor.

"And if you guys are twins, how come you move differently?"

Razor scratched his ear in an absent-minded fashion. "Why on earth would we do that? We're two seprate people. Jus' cause we understand each other better 'n most don't mean we're actually the same person." Razor rolled his eyes. That question actually got put to him more than once, in various ways, so that it was getting annoying. He was, for the moment, distracted though.

"Greeeeat," he drawled. "Sos we jus' get ta meet our family and we gots a step dad. Ain't that just a load of sunshine and butterflies." He didn't say it in a hostile way. The rudeness was inevitable though, Razor always came out sounding rude.

She glanced over at Trump, her tail flicking to the side. Give him mercy? After how angry she was at him for leaving her alone, pregnant? After how bitter she had become after he vanished without saying a word? She couldn't.... Yet these boys loved this man. To them, she was the one at fault. She was the one they twitched away from. She was the mother that they never knew, and adored their own father.

Rendo and Nuishan had been very close at one point. She had loved him. Could she tap into some lost emotion of at least friendly means? She could never, and would never love him again. However, perhaps she could manage to at least smile at him.

"I could try." She said, looking to the side. "I cannot make a promise. However, I will try."

Trump had turned his head away from his brother as he awaited a reply from Nuishan. He felt that he was doing it for his old man but a part of him was quietly murmering whispers of deciet that he was giving Nuishan a chance. A chance to be what exactly he didn't know and rather not find out.

When he heard her response he paused for a moment pondering how he wanted to move forward. Decidingly he stepped away from his twin and moved toward Nuishan and gently nosed her a thank you in her shoulder. It was also a secert move to squash something his dad said about being the most soft fur in the world. Even Trump couldn't deny it would of been nicer then laying against his dad's fur when he was sick as a kit. "Tank you madam...just the attempt means a lot to me." He wishpered his voice not carrying any insult or anger.

He moved back to his brother side looking at Kishen for a moment. At least he was fitting in. "Well Razor old boy, guess I'm the only one that's the out cast." He joked with a smile. Trump knew about Lunaire but he never knew why his dad never took them to his real home.

Rendo rested quietly in the shade of a tree. His head was still pounding but it wasn't as bad as before. His highly tuned ears made out the voices of his family but his mind was empty to the world. All his thoughts bounded around each failed relationship and their unique hurt. From his shattered heart, to broken dreams, and now this place in time. Each memory played out in full making him feel each of their stinging pain that he started to shiver.