Firefly Glen We'll be alright if you don't ask me to stay

The firefly glen was his favourite place. From young age he had come here to look at the fireflies and chase them around, or merely watch them flit across the lands. He enjoyed it greatly, and it brought him some sort of peace whole banished from his own lands in some ways.

Charon hated it, every bit of it. He hated that Hydra was in heat where Amekaze had just given up. He hated that Amekaze allowed it so easily, would give her that. It was not that he did not want grandchildren to further their legacy -- it was just that he was not ready fathering children yet. He felt as if his masculinity had been ripped from him, restricted and bound, and every question he asked was met only with ill will and worse -- the assumption of ill will.

As if it was because he had urges or because he should just be happy with what he had. But he was young yet and he deserved more.

On top of everything else every time he tested the boundaries of the mountain he was once more chased away by his inner demons. It was his mountain, but instead of a king he felt like a prisoner. It only added insult to the injury that Amekaze had done onto him.

Charon didn't even realise that Speedy was in heat but when the group came into view his hackles pricked instinctively at the influx of scents. Even the peaceful fireflies could not save his mood now. With his head and tail raised, his mood clearly foul, Charon came onto the tense scene and snarled: What the fuck is going on here? He could not imagine Speedy the source of any trouble, so his eyes flicked to Hydra, Dirge -- who had too much scent of Hydra on him for Charon's looking -- and then Revui in turn while he waited for an explanation. Better be a damn good one because he was ready to tear someone's throat out.