Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

the rain began to pour down....soaking him but he still sat on the banks of the waterfall frozen in bitter and sad memory.
The sound of footsteps slow and clumsy through the deep water caused him to come to attention. He was perfectly statuesque for once his ears poised a top his head as he breathed in deeply the scent that came to him triggering something that had him turn his head. Silver eyes stared into blue ones and didn't move away, pupils dilating with emotion indiscernable. 

mother.

Though his silver eyes swept over her form seeing the familiar patches of white he already knew. Her scent coiled like a heavy fog down his airways filling him with deep recognition that curtled inside of him. He stepped backwards tail curled between his legs and lips twitching uncertainly over his fangs until he stood in the spot where his father had lain, his silver eyes big and round. "f..fuck" he wanted to say off but the word was already ragged and breathles. He wanted to run away and go home, go back to Vanity and unsee this phantom of the past but he was rooted in place ears folding backwards.