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i was born - Lorcan - April 02, 2025
lorcan was gone a day. he had considered not returning at all—and then thought he'd like it better to haunt ayovi with his presence upon the peak.
so he came back, decorated in a hide of caribou fawn, soft and velvety. when it fully dried, it would make for bedding for his son. lorcan thinks of him now. he has not spent much time with him, aside from long nights when he could not sleep and kaldros would wake in the night in a crying fit.
lorcan stretches the hide out upon a sunning stone sitting a ways from the den he'd fashioned for his small family and then made his way there. elowen; gone surely to stretch her legs, leaving only her scent behind and their son tucked away within.
lorcan watches from outside, smoldering eyes.
RE: i was born - Kaldros - April 02, 2025
kaldros's small body stirred in the den at the familiar scent—his father's scent. it clung to the air like a comforting blanket, strong and solid. his tiny nose wrinkled, the muscles in his legs twitching as he tried to move. the world around him was still mostly unfamiliar, but the scent of his father... that brought something new, something deeper.
with a soft, high-pitched whine, kaldros pushed himself up on wobbly legs, his tiny body trying to balance. his mouth opened, but the sound that came out was nothing more than a jumble of noise—a series of nonsensical gurgles and chirps, gibberish, as he tried to speak.
da-da... da-da...he managed to grunt, his voice weak and uncoordinated, the words slipping from his tiny throat in broken fits.
RE: i was born - Lorcan - April 02, 2025
he steps forward, careful not to startle. the pup is barely upright, legs trembling, eyes still too new to focus. but he’s trying. reaching.
so his father kneels, lowering his body until the earth meets him. but he cannot speak, afraid that his voice might spook the boy.
instead, he leans in close, pressing his nose gently to his son’s head.
RE: i was born - Kaldros - April 02, 2025
kaldros wobbles, his tiny legs shaking beneath him as he reaches out, his gaze blinking with confusion and wonder. the world feels too big, too bright, but there's comfort in the closeness of his father. he doesn't fully understand the warmth and scent of him, but he feels it—safe, grounding.
his little paws stretch out to touch, unsteady but determined, and for a brief moment, his tiny breath hitches as he presses closer to the warmth of his father’s nose.
a soft, breathless sound escapes his throat—a mew, quiet and curious.
RE: i was born - Lorcan - April 04, 2025
the pup presses into his nose and lorcan closes his eyes. the warmth of it—tiny and fragile—sinks under his skin like a thorn.
he eases down fully so kaldros can lean against his chest, small heartbeat fluttering near his own. the scent of milk clings to the den. it should be comforting. it isn’t. it terrifies him.
i had a father once,lorcan says, eyes drifting to the low roof of the den.
you’d have hated him. or maybe you’d have made him soft. i don’t know. nobody ever tried.
kaldros lets out another tiny sound. lorcan huffs, the corner of his mouth twitching.
he was a big bastard.lorcan pulls a foreleg around his son.
your grandmother, though… she scared the shit out of him.
his voice falters. this part—this closeness—it sits wrong in his throat.
i do not know how to do this, kaldros.he admits it. what kind of father would he be if he did not?
all i know is how to fight, and how to run. i do not know how to be a father.
an inhale.
i am sorry.
RE: i was born - Kaldros - April 05, 2025
kaldros squirms slightly, his little body pressed close to lorcan’s chest, not understanding the weight of the words, but feeling the warmth of his father’s presence all the same. the tiny sounds he makes are a mix of confusion and a need to be near him, instinctual. his eyes, still too new to focus, flicker toward his father’s chest, searching for something to latch onto.
his small paws shift, grasping at his father’s fur without purpose. the words are foreign to him, but the vibrations in lorcan’s chest are comforting, even if he can’t fully comprehend them.
his touches were clear, however. i forgive you.
with a soft whine, kaldros shifts again, drawing closer, his tiny body curled instinctively into the warmth that surrounds him.