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 Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 12:45 pm
Orahn stared up at the midnight sky reveling in the darkness it contained, and shunning the stars for their prescence in the darkness he so loved. His paws dug into the stone, the cool alabaster achoring him to this world, no matter how much he wanted to just drift a way.
Sometimes Orahn would allow himself to be lost in the darkness. The comfort it provided was better then anything he knew, aside from his mother. She alone was the one he allowed in hsi prescence when he meditated, he'd force his sisters out one way or another, enticing them with the things they loved. Two were easy, Viveca was tedious.
His nose wrinkled, he didn't like Viveca. She was too...dark, and not the good dark either. Her aura reeked of the unpleasant forms of mischief much like his father's, though his had diminished over time. He tossed those thoughts away, they were distracting him from his Darkness.
In a small, miniscual way, Orahn sensed something was wrong with himself. His body knew, but his mind did not seem to acknowledge a weakness with himself. He was his father's son after all.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:36 pm
The night was cool, the stars glittering above like thousands of diamonds on a velvet canvas. Two were currently enjoying the darkness, one unseen by the other's orbs. Although his role in the lives of the little ones didn't seem to go past his role in their conceiving, the Prince of darkness seemed to be stretching this theory today. From Elu's concern about their son, and how much he seemed to take right after himself...this caused some curiosity in Aion which hadn't been there before. Perhaps, there was truely another mini-him running around the temple.
Sometimes, it takes the words of another to realize the dwelling of your own soul.
Stepping out of the confines of the shadows, the older male strolled quietly over to his inverse twin, same personality, yet an inverse in their pelts and patterns. Gazing down to his son as his eyes remained up at the sky like he had done for years now...Aion cleared his throat.
"The best time to well dwell in the depths of your mind, is under the watchful glimmer of the stars. Is that not right?" He said absently, tilting his own orange orb up to the heavens above.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 6:51 pm
Orahn's gray ear twitched backwards, his gaze remaining up at the stars, "I would rather the stars not be there at all, Father." He replied, almost a monotonic inflection to his voice. He turned slightly, his gray eyes taking in the image of his father. He hadn't seen much of the male half of his family, he was the only boy in the family which made it both expected and ironic that he would be so dark.
He returned his gaze to the sky, "So, Father,"he began, after the minutes had lengthened an acceptable time, "What brings you to my proverbial doorstep?" Was it just him? Or was the sky slightly blurry? He shook his head slightly and blinked, but it didn't not go away.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:10 pm
Raising the eyebrow above his blind white orb, Aion smirked gently...Orahn truly was his son even though both might have wished otherwise. "Perhaps someday, you'll understand the meaning stars can have for those like us." He spoke solmnly, yet he did not expand on the subject at all, and continued on in their rather little and bleak conversation.
Giving a huff of amusement, the large ebony male took his seat beside his son, soon dropping to his stomach to lay under the stars above. The cool stone felt nice against his pelt, yet he continued reguardless. "It would be highly unbelievable why I am here, so i'll just say I was in the proverbial neighborhood and decided to stop by." Glancing out of his good eye towards his ivory son, did he just catch a glimpse of uncertianty in this one's eyes? Or was it just him? "Sand in your eyes?" Aion commented, yet his voice seemed somewhat distant.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:36 pm
Orahn let out a slow breath, acknowledging his fathers stance, but not agreeing with it. The condesending tone in his fathers voice, however masked, made him bristle inside. He wanted to show his father he was just as good as him, but recognized that taking action here, would only result in more of the same treatment. Adults never seemed to understand when children were just as good as they were, but he understood where it came from. Orahn may be a child, but he recognized many of the thoughts of the people around him.
He snorted at his father's comment, "I see." The blurryness was getting worse, and a strange sensation was tickling his thraot, making him want to cough. What was wrong with him? His body was beginning to fail him. His lips curled back at the thought, Wretched thing! You are the reason I am here in the first place! He let out a hollow cough, surprised by how it tore his throat. He shook his head and glanced at his father, intent on not giving the impression he was weak.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:46 pm
It wasn't unlike Aion to feel any sort of concern or worry for his pups, unlike Elu whom seemed like she would attach them to her permenantly if given the chance. Frankly, he couldn't wait till they were all grown up and out of his damned fur...as long as they could stay alive - that was his only concern. Yet...something in his only son caused such a foreign feeling to the dark prince, something that made him almost want to wretch for how strong it was.
Sighing deeply with these petty emotions, he stood slowly and took a step to loom over the boy, dropping his head to be eyelevel with him. Ears folding back against his skull at the dreadful cough, the Prince was not amused in the slightest. "Something is wrong. No son of mine should be coughing like such unless he was mortally wounded. On a glance, it does not seem like that is the case. Spill, what ails you?" Aion demanded, his singular orange orb not leaving Orahn's.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:54 pm
Orahn growled, but stopped as soon as he realized it only made things worse. He coughed again, feeling after if he was hacking out half a lung. When the spasm ended he looked up at his father, undisturbed over the fact that he was looming over the child. Many adults do that, it wasn't intimidating anymore, "Nothing...." He paused to cough again, "For you to concern yourself with." Shook tossed his head, standing abruptly, ignoring the light-headed feeling in his mind as best he could, "I can take care of myself." He tried to take a step back, "As you should now, Father." His voice cracked and another coughing spell began, leaving his sitting down once again, gray eyes dazed.
What was wrong with him? How could his body betray him like this! It wasn't fair! His lips twisted, of course not. Life wasn't fair. But really, of all times to act like this, when he was alone with his father and could finally speak to him as an equal? Oh, gods, they were toying with him. Silently, he whispered a prayer to his god, though it was unlikely his god would do anything about it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:07 pm
"I'm sure you can, Orahn." He spoke darkly, knowing full well his son's capabilities like he did all of his pups. He might not have known much about their personalities..likes...dislikes....yet he was sure of one thing; they were well off in independance. For not once did they ever cry for him, or really, for Elu either. Frowning as his son was being stubborn, he wondered if this was what Elu had to deal with twice in a day for both he and Orahn.
"Sometimes, you just gotta take it. I had to do it with your mother, heaven knows how long she would have nagged me if I didn't let her heal my wounds. Would you appreciate if I showed you how she did it?" Of course the two situations were completely different, yet he believed if Orahn was anything like himself....he definately would not appreciate the nagging of another. "Tell me Orahn. Or I will never hear the end of it if something happens to you, and thus, I will reverse that and do double for you." Oh, the attempts to be fatherly always seemed to never turn out as Aion imagined it in his mind.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 3:42 am
Orahn glared up at his father, "You call that being Fatherly, eh?" He rasped, gray eyes flashing, "I'm helping you with your attempt at acting as if we don't exist. I'm helping you be what you want to be without the attachment of children. Since when do you care about us anyway? Or what mother thinks? You're hardly around at all!" He almost shook his head, but quick decided against it, the light-headed feeling would only get worse. He coughed again, a long racking one that quickly set off more, until he was half-certain he'd just collapse onto the floor. Ha...
He glared again at his father, "Do what you want, Father, it is not as if I can do much to prevent it." He mused, staring up at him. Unconsciously, he held Aion responsible for all of their woes. He wasn't around often enough, his mother was always tired with them, though she never showed it. He never helped out when it had been time to feed them. Useless... the thought lingered in his mind.
He just wanted everything to go away. No weird cough, no father, no thoughts, just him and the darkness. Was that too much to ask?
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 8:15 am
Growling slowly, as if he didn't wish to yet instinct remained strong; his claws dug into the dirt to calm his temper. The words stung Aion in a strange mannor...yet he knew he would hear them someday, and from more than just one pup. Its not his fault...he doesn't know. He doesn't know.. He repeated in his head, ears perking back at the repeative haggard cough.
"You should never make such accusions before not learning the truth, Orahn. I don't know how much your mother has told you, I'd imagine nothing but the bit of good she finds in me" He snorted in a light muse, even he sometimes forgot good did exist in this battered body of his. Turning his gaze down to his son, the elder malu decided to make this as understandable as possible...and it was up to Orahn to figure it out for his own.
"I can never be the father you want me to be, the one who's always around, the one who can be like the other fathers to their pups. It is something...I cannot and will not do. Unlike your mother, I posess two gods thanks to my own mother's," A light growl rose in his vocals, obviously rather unpleased with the circumstance. "I used to be a lot like you, with more of a snappy tongue like Viveca. Then, my mother slowly corrupted me, its not her fault, just the nature of her God of malicious coruption. It in a sense infected me with the uge to be who I was, to take the lives and suffering of others as tribute to her power. Which is why your mother forbid you from the sublevels. My old shrine is down there." Taking another breath, he continued.
"If I become nice, the father you want me to be...it will only end up upsetting the god, my curse, and he will most likely turn to You or Viveca, seeing as your demeanors and gods can adapt. It seems idiotic that one can be corrupted to easily, yet it will find your weakness and exploit it. And you and I both know Viveca would welcome such with excitement...because you harbor both sides of me. You are more like how I was and am now, your sister...the other side. I know very well you exist, how can I not? Yet to myself, I will always deny it...I have to." Aion turned away for a moment to gather his thoughts, there, his son knew the story. Wether or not he believed or accepted it was a whole nother story...yet he felt accomplished. "There it is. Now, judge me and blame me all you like, for at least now you know the reason behind my actions. I will live, and I will die like this...I have already accepted responsibility, and you should as the closest thing your mother will have of a normal, happy life. She loves you four more than anything."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:13 am
Orahn stared up at his father, holding back another racking cough and forcing his mind to think despite the growing fog. His lips curled back again. What did he care if his father had issues? Everyone else did too! SO his mother corrupted him and gave him two gods, whoop-de-do! It didn't matter why his father was never there, he just never was. Orahn had no male to talk to, no father to look up to for the simple fact that he hardly even saw his father. It was a miracle Orahn wasn't turning into a girl!
His breath let out in a ragged sigh as his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I see, Father." He murmured, eyes downcast. Deep in his heart he had hoped his father would be there for him. What son didn't want advice on what to do in situations only a father would know? But it had been a wasted dream. He should just go back to the darkness, and allow his father to do what he wanted, never bother the malu again.
He stood, still a bit wobbly, and turned away from his father, "Do what you like, Father," He rasped, small feet carefully padding away, "I'm sure you try hard enough against your god, I suppose it was too much to ask for anything else, even from someone who knows that their own son would never allow such a god as yours into his heart." He looked up at the midnight sky, what little of it he could see, "My god will protect me from such things."
He made it five feet down the corridor before he collapsed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:38 am
Watching silently as his son stood upon his wobbly feet, it seemed from is overall slumped and defeated demeanor that he had wished...more from Aion. Never before had he been confronted as such, even Elu had pretty much just accepted who he was and Aion had made sure to at least do a little something out of the ordinary for her to keep her happy. However, with his own subborn attitude passed onto his son it seemed that both Orahn and himself expected more from him in a fatherly mannor. This was why he didn't wish for kids.
"I hoped...my god would have as well." The dark prince spoke softly, a reply his pup probably wouldn't hear as his ears perked to hear the thud onto the cold floor. Snapping his eyes up, the image of Orahn laying on the floor unmoving caused a panic which we hadn't quite felt since Elu was to be slashed by the Jaguar. "Orahn!" He yelled, immediately dashing the few feet over to the pup's side and nuged him with his nose. He had no clue what was wrong with his son....what could he do? He didn't have time to go fetch Elu, it could have been too late when they returned.
Doing what instinct told him, he picked up the pup by the scruff of his neck, suprised he could still lift the boy as he was growing into an adult day by day. Trotting as quickly and gently as he could, he made his way to the one place he thought could help...to the garden with the healing berries. Making it there in no time at all, he placed the boy on the soft grass, turning to see the thorned bush which Elu had gone through to get them for him; and he would do so for Orahn.
Thrusting his head and frontal body in to reach the blasted berries, he cursed as the thorns cut at his face and forpaws...it seemed the only useful berries had to be a pain to get. Removing his cut up self from the bushes, the male took his findingd and retreived a curled leef from another nearby bush. In urgency he returned to the fountian, crushing and mashing the berries with his paw against the stone; scooping the mush into the leaf before adding water to the equasion. "This had better work.." If it didn't...he didn't know what to do. Returning to Orahn, he picked up the pup again to move him to the fountian, leanding his head against the stone siding, taking the leaf and carefully opening the pup's mouth to let the liquid berry juice flow down his throat in small bouts. He didn't want to choke him afterall. "Wake up, come on...wake up Orahn." Aion muttered, clear concern and worry in his deep vocals.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 2:14 pm
Orahn barely registered the sensation of being picked up by his father. Had he been up to par, he would have kicked and fought his way out of his father's grip, right now he was just to weak to do more then growl faintly, which only set off another round of coughing.
Briefly, he lost consciousnes, his body attempting to fight off the ruthless attack on the young males body. Slowly, his mind surfaced from the comforting darkness, back toward the cold light and wakefulness. Something cold was pouring into his mouth and he was so surprised he choked on the substance, it wasn't like it tasted wonderful either. He opened his eyes and stared upward, toward his father. "What are you doing?" He sputtered in between coughs, his body determined to breathe despite the hindering substance.
He tired to sit up, but his legs wouldn't support him and he merely stared up at his father dully, a crooked smile decorating him maw, "Ha." He half chuckled, half-laughed.
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