Nova Peak It's like an apple of temptation

A small smile lifted one corner of her mouth—she found that happened more often than normal during her conversations with Taikon. That is a dangerous promise, she said playfully, although she was happy that he didn't seem to mind. She wondered if he had children of his own somewhere, but refrained from asking in case it brought up more from his past that he didn't wish to talk about. 

His question brought forth a sigh from the griff, and she shrugged her shoulders a little. In a way, yes she answered quietly. He wanted to control the entirety of the Sunspire mountains, and that was the basis on which we founded Diaspora. She looked out over the cliff, trying to gather her thoughts and explain it all to him properly. It was an ambitious dream, and one that the whole pack was willing to help facilitate. But it turned out to be much more difficult to turn Stigmata's dream into real life. Then the spring came and brought pups with it, including the four of ours, and it made things difficult. I found out later that I wasn't the only female in the pack he had pups with. Her face hardened at the memory. We never really defined anything, but I had no idea those were his plans, and I was angry with him for further dividing his time. I also felt disrespected—it lead to a fight between us. She shook her head. He was stretched too thin and was killed by a moose, at least that is our assumption. He was dead when we found him. She regretted how strained things had been between them before he died, even if it was his fault. More than anything, she hated that her children had grown up without their father. Stretched thin or not, he was a valuable piece of their life that would be missing forever. It brings up a lot of bad memories and feelings, she said after a moment, avoiding his gaze. I don't like to talk about it.