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08-03-2013, 02:25 PM
“My parents passed in a battle, I was an only child—so no siblings.” I half smiled to show that there was no hard feelings on the matter. “I wonder sometimes, how to handle certain things without the guidance of my Sire.” Despite what had been experienced I still felt young and wet behind the ears; it was hard to see the admiration in my clan mates eyes and actually live up to their standards. Sometimes smiling was all that could be mustered, perhaps that was why I maintained a firm distance and kept busy. I was afraid they would all see the fear for what it truly was, an insecurity that wasn’t worthy for the job of protecting them. Then I thought of another family, my growing family that existed outside the Throat. When I thought of a certain little filly, my frown dissipated, “I have three children, Cera, and a stepson, Hototo. My newborn daughter was born just before the light disappeared.” Very few knew of my interactions with Ktulu. |
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