Moonspear sturmfahrt

Amekaze thought it was different, but to Charon it wasn't different at all. To think that Amekaze would have let him die if she had been the one to choose whether to adopt him or let him rot in the wilds brought chills to his already pretty cold heart at this point. He tried to keep calm and explain his points once more but it felt as if she just spat on his points repeatedly.

Of course blood mattered to Charon, but it was easy enough for him to say knowing that it'd be his own blood. All in all he felt that it all came down to Amekaze not wanting it because she was selfish and didn't want anyone to have anything if she couldn't have it. Well, she should've thought of that before deciding to cancel on the season this year. He wanted pups, and the reason that the season called him more strongly this year than previous was perhaps because they were getting older. He pegged it mostly on Amekaze's age, but in truth, he too was not the youngest anymore and he wanted to leave behind a legacy, something big. He'd always known he was destined for greatness, and here he stood, long-time Alpha of this mountain but what else? What was next? What would he do? How could he make sure that wolves in years, decades, centuries to come would speak his name still, whisper it on dark nights and speak of him as a great hero? What could he do?

Oh, come on! he snarled when she kept sarcastically responding to it all. Is this a big joke to you? Because I'm serious and trying to fucking talk to you! I've explained all I can to you, but you're just being a shriveled up bitch about it. He bared his teeth, probably to match her warning ones. He was seething now, and no longer holding himself back, beyond reason. Your head is clouded and maybe it's because you're too old for all of this that you feel no one should be allowed to have anything because you can't. Or maybe you're just a bitter old -- He didn't even know what. Charon took a step back, the scent of Hydra's upcoming heat still hot on his nostrils and not wanting to give in to it, and he shook his head. Well, fuck you right now. I can't be here during this. She might not understand, but he didn't wait to explain. He needed to get out before all of the hormones would make him explode entirely. Charon cast her one last surly glance -- probably looking a little like his teen son right now -- before he turned away and started to run, eager to get out from under all these hormones, needing to run and flee. Hurt, frustrated, and feeling misunderstood.