Greatwater Lake Tricky trickster pulling tricks

It was true he had been dark from birth, as though something in his mind that should make him normal had failed the duty and snapped, leaving him a silent shadow plagued with sinister thoughts. But he had known no different. He considered, perhaps, for only a brief moment, if there might have been another along the line of Svartell men who had been similar in nature to himself. Or maybe he was the odd one out - the outcast, the one with sick desires who was cursed upon the lips of his own blood. The stranger whom was both feared and pitied for his lack of choice in personality. Then again, he supposed his choice had been made when he moved to reside in the domain of Blackfeather. Yes, that had been his choice.

The older man spoke of his endevours since returning to the Teekon, mentioning the Reaper's mother and siblings as he did so. He gave a slight, deep hum in response, parting his jaws to accompany the words that feel from within. "I have come upon mother already." Cassiopeia too, though Dakarai already knew of this. Olive's love for the broken family did not surprise him - she did indeed love unconditionally, and he would never doubt her care for them. But wolves changed as they grew, and Aries was no exception to this. 

But in truth, he appreciated that his father did not send him away. It would not have really mattered, but it would save him the need to feel as though he must redeem himself. Besides, his father was the only one who mildly understood. No, he could not see into the boy's inked heart or his tortured mind, but it was enough to suggest that if he was to be dark - so be it.