Firefly Glen the groan of mortal terror

i hope you don't mind me and cesario~ :0

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cesario's path took him north west. further into the bowels of the teekon wilds. or that was what he thought the natives called this place. teekon. how ...quaint. the name of the place mattered little to him. they all blurred together, disappointment after disappointment. there'd never been doubt that craven (for cesario did not know the name of his love's possessive alpha) would take her as far away as he needed. the length he had traveled had been long, no doubt his precious tempest moors so easily commandeered from the old, frail man that had headed the pack originally was left in shambles. loathe as he was to abandon his throne he knew he would never sit idle. they'd been caught and juno had promised she would come to him when she could escape yet she had never came. thundering into their illuminated cave had been too easy. left vulnerable by their own alpha's desertion with his juno had left them exposed and confused. like a herd of bleating sheep without their shepherd. he should have conquered them. it would have been so easy but all he cared about was juno. and the children she was no doubt carrying. his children. it had been necessary. he hunted them. his leads were slim, stuttered by terrified fools but it was all he had and something like desperation stole over him. made him relentless. his desire to be reunited with his juno was a raging inferno within him. he would find her and he would kill the man who had stolen her from him, and when she was free he would reclaim his tempest moor with her at his side.

no doubt she had given birth by now. time was a thing lost to cesario. he did not keep track of the moon's cycles. the exact time that he eclipsed went unknown to him. his focus was so very singular. they had conceived in spring and it was fall now...his children were old enough. would craven have settled her? forced her to a pack to ensure the life of her children? no doubt what he held over her to threaten her into submission was a great and terrible thing to keep his resourceful love from defying him and finding her way to him. before juno there was only the lure of a woman's body in heat, begging for him to claim them and conceive. to pass on his genetics. it'd taken a ruthless sort of women to capture his full and irrevocable attention. juno consumed him. burned him from the inside out. he thought about her every waking second, her and his unknown children. did they look like him? or like her? or were they a perfect struck balance of him and her? it was torture but it kept cesario going.

the glen the titan had wandered into was alive and aglow with fireflies as they fluttered around him. he was not a beast to notice the serenity of such a place but there was something that calmed his rage long enough to think that juno would like it here. perhaps when he found her and liberated her and their children he would bring them here so they might stand shoulder to shoulder and watch their children romp and play. this desire was a strange one to the butcher who had never wanted anything of the sort. a small voice, belonging to a child, a young boy, no doubt, calling out a name lucy caught the titan's sharp attention and for a beat he swore his heart stopped in his chest. he sought it without hesitation, stopping when the boy's dark form came into view. he was dark coated, a stoic look upon his face. this child could have been his son. he did not ask if he was looking for someone, that was obvious enough and cesario wasn't about to insult the boy's intelligence by voicing it. “who is lucy?” he inquired, deep voice gravelly from lack of use, but rumbling. cesario asked it as softly as he could not wanting to startle to chase off the stoic child. patiently, the titan waited, lingering back with plenty of distance between them as he watched the boy carefully, unsure how his presence and question would be received.

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