Life Letters - Prisoner/Family 'reuinion'

JORMUNGAND

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He narrowed his optics into slits, watching the hatred Brutei had for his father really begin to seep through. It was almost something that Jor himself had, the beast mused. Good brother? Perfect brother? Something like Baby, his "perfect" sister. The always loved one, showered with gifts by her mother. Baby was fucking adopted, fuck's sake. Jor was supposed to get all the attention, but noooo.
That bitch.
His hackles had raised without him realising it, and he sat back down quickly, smoothing out his chest fur with quick strokes of his tongue. Then, Brutei brought up the fact that his father had killed his mother, and all the fur on the panther's back shot up, a snarl bursting from his maw as he stalked over to the father, pinning him down by the throat. "You killed Brutei's mother?" He spat, optics turning dark. "You deserve more than death for that. I know too much the feeling."
Yes, Jor was the axe that cut his own mother, but his father was the one who gave the command.

#psychosocial.