Phoenix Maplewood Most disputes die and no one shoots

It was hard not to feel like you don't belong when your whole life you've been sized up to such high and specific standards the way it was with The Melonii. It is hard trying to fit in in such idealized, tight boxes growing up, and all that unrewarded effort could only ever result in deep psychological scarring and sequels. It was no wonder why all Meloniis seemed to turn out so hateful. The proof was in that not a single one of Revan's litter mates had grown up to love their father more than they resented him. And they had reason to.

Revan didn't really try very hard to resist to his sister's suggestion. It had already crossed his mind that spending some time together away from their tyrannical parents would be good... And what a better way to rebuild their already dented connection than to build something up from the ground as a team? For a moment she had him going, he could feel the ideas forming in his head and the anticipation starting to move thoughts around, but when she made a comment about betrothal he seemed to snap out of it as he shot a drastic (yet good-humored) look at her. Betroth me? Is that really your plan? he laughed it off. You sound just like Damien... he huffed at the thought of his father already planning on pairing up his own newborn pups with who knows who and talking about 'having to make a compromise for the sake of The Clan'.

And still no idea sounded too manic for The Great Dark Master