It's not a phase, DAD

Sorry, was just posting somewhere else. :P

Potema huffed after her rant, letting warm, thick air billow out. Her hackles flattened slightly as she stared at this wolf, her father, urging him to talk. He was quiet, before quietly asking a question. The white teenager had to stop herself from raging again, instead choosing to quietly snarl the answer through clenched teeth. "Meldresi Melonii." She hoped that her name would at least jog whatever fat, lazy memory he had. She was very curious to why he had left, and where his memories of her and her family, disappeared. Why his Dark Brotherhood mark was washed away. Did he desert?