Altar of Twilight i painted you a picture, but it never looked right

The ceannasach and surrogate mother strode forward from the shadows,bringing with them the estranged child they had to leave behind. Dakarai felt his ears flicked backward as he stared at the man in power here, the one who placed all the name on them and ruined their lives. His eyes turned icy as they continued to stare at Arturo, though for not too much longer.


The tenseness in the air was horrible and he stepped closer to Olive, lifting his chin up as she placed kisses on his cheek. He turned his muzzle to press his nose against her shoulder "it will be alright" he murmured. Finally he could see his son, and all bitter thoughts left his mind. He boy was healthy and strong, though he looked frightened. Dakarai's eyes softened as he ran his gaze over the smal form of his son. Cassiopeia moved forward and he tensed up, wary of how the interaction would go. When they both spoke to each other he felt himself relax and even gave a small thump of his tail.


Nudging Aries forward with an encouraging lick to the head he sat down beside Olive and smiled at Sirius "this is Cassiopeia and Aries, your brother and sister." His deep baritone rumbled with sad affection. No matter how happy he was in this moment he was still plagued by the anguish of not knowing his boy, of not seeing him grow. "You have grown into a strong boy Sirius" he murmured and looked up at Isley. While he didn't like her or teaghlaigh at all, she had taken in and cared for his son. His blue eyes still looking at the red furred woman, he dipped his head to her and mouthed the words "Thank you" even though he knew what she had done was for the innocent child and not him or Olive.