08-12-2018, 02:30 PM
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For once the cyborg wolf's malice and rage began to ebb into irritation as exhaustion settled in, his broad shoulders drooping weakly as he listened to the female speak. A horrible mother, she would say. No better than he was. They were both...awful parents. Even the conception of the children was cruel. They weren't intending for kids in the first place. Intoxication has settled into his dirty mind, the slightest of it, and that led to where they sat now, wallowing in their sorrows and contemplating their lost flesh and blood.
"Her name is Pele. And there was another. Sylvia. I don't know where she is. I've...never seen her." Hesitantly the demon lifted his brown hues and watched the other's pupils waver and dance like flames, yet unlike a fire, there was nothing spectacular about this situation. Perhaps the only thing remotely intriguing about it was their shared emotions. And for once Zjarr felt his anger fade to remorse and despair, just as he has felt when he learned of his doings and the consequences of his actions. He watched the female speak and frowned. Though his heart was silent he could just feel it itching to sing a bluesy tune, a soft little beat. For once he pitied the female, felt genuinely awful.
He wanted to come to her rescue. Come to anyone's rescue. Just once.
"Luna, she's gone. I tried to look for her here. A-and she-she's left. I dunno where. But she's not in the Ascendants anymore." His teeth grinded against one another once more, struggling to stifle his overwhelming and intimate emotions. No, he would prevail. He had to stay strong.
"But...if you wanna find her, I'll help ya. I can...try to. We can find her together." It was an incredibly ballsy move to come after his daughter a second time after what had already unfolded, but he didn't care. Maybe there was a sliver of hope that she would come to accept him. It was too late to father her, sure, but there was enough time to be on good terms...as close as he could, at least.
For once the cyborg wolf's malice and rage began to ebb into irritation as exhaustion settled in, his broad shoulders drooping weakly as he listened to the female speak. A horrible mother, she would say. No better than he was. They were both...awful parents. Even the conception of the children was cruel. They weren't intending for kids in the first place. Intoxication has settled into his dirty mind, the slightest of it, and that led to where they sat now, wallowing in their sorrows and contemplating their lost flesh and blood.
"Her name is Pele. And there was another. Sylvia. I don't know where she is. I've...never seen her." Hesitantly the demon lifted his brown hues and watched the other's pupils waver and dance like flames, yet unlike a fire, there was nothing spectacular about this situation. Perhaps the only thing remotely intriguing about it was their shared emotions. And for once Zjarr felt his anger fade to remorse and despair, just as he has felt when he learned of his doings and the consequences of his actions. He watched the female speak and frowned. Though his heart was silent he could just feel it itching to sing a bluesy tune, a soft little beat. For once he pitied the female, felt genuinely awful.
He wanted to come to her rescue. Come to anyone's rescue. Just once.
"Luna, she's gone. I tried to look for her here. A-and she-she's left. I dunno where. But she's not in the Ascendants anymore." His teeth grinded against one another once more, struggling to stifle his overwhelming and intimate emotions. No, he would prevail. He had to stay strong.
"But...if you wanna find her, I'll help ya. I can...try to. We can find her together." It was an incredibly ballsy move to come after his daughter a second time after what had already unfolded, but he didn't care. Maybe there was a sliver of hope that she would come to accept him. It was too late to father her, sure, but there was enough time to be on good terms...as close as he could, at least.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼