The Heartwood isolation theory

[size=x-small]Bwahaha! I was hoping you'd notice lil Altair ;D <333[/size]

Altair was content sitting beneath the shade of the mighty oak. Jade green eyes surveying the clearing ahead of him remaining alert in case a deer or hare happened to be noticed in the meadow-like grass. A rogue like himself could not afford to not be on hunting stand-by almost constantly. Though it was a different scent that he would catch on the soft autumn breeze causing a vast amount of confusion to the young lone male. He was sure that he knew who's scent it was but that would have been impossible.

But there he was. Eyes would widen with a mixture of shock and disbelief. His body frozen and yet he knew he was still alive as he could feel the thumping of his heart within the walls of his chest. As well as the compete and utter shock he felt that would rock him to his core the hellion was ambivalent. He wanted to love and cherish his father and have a second chance with him. But at the same time his inky lips would peel back with a lust to tear him asunder.

"Ahura has a wicked sense of humour. This can not be real." That was right. Years had passed since he last laid his gem green eyes of the man that was once his Shah and father. What were the chances after all of this time of meeting him again? No this was the work of Ahura, perhaps a test of faith that he did not yet understand.