Unexpected Appearances (Closed)
Mar 12, 2015 11:22:44 GMT -5
Post by Scotia on Mar 12, 2015 11:22:44 GMT -5
The one word used to describe Corentin was paranoid. He didn’t sleep well at night, constantly waking up and walking around the train station to make sure that the area was safe. After his little stunt with the ambush, he was sure that Jezebel would come after him. Or at least send her minions to do so. He was supposed to join in without hesitation, to not question why they had been sent to go kill that girl. But he had hesitated anyway, refused the orders given to him. There was no way he would be able to live with killing that girl had he done so. And he knew that not following through could mean death for him, for he was very sure that Jezebel would not hesitate to kill him. If he died, he was alright with that. But he could not live with the death of his children. So he made sure they stayed at home, refused to let Jordan go out beyond the station.
The lack of freedom caused the boy to be snappish, to be a lot more argumentative. But he did as he was told and stayed home. The father hadn’t told them what caused him to be so protective, why he was being so paranoid. They did not need to know what he’d done, didn’t need to know that their father had been employed to be a killer. He wanted to keep them innocent of that for as long as he could. They were growing up, yes, but they didn’t need to know the darker side of things just yet.
If only Epic was here. This wasn’t the first time that he had thought about his missing mate. He had no idea where she had gone, or why she had even left. She didn’t tell him she was leaving, just one day she was gone. Maybe if she had stayed, she would’ve prevented him from getting into this mess with Jezebel, would have prevented him from being so paranoid. Maybe two of their children wouldn’t be dead, though there was no way of knowing whether that was true or not. There was always the possibility that they would’ve died anyway.
He didn’t exactly know where their two remaining children were. Jordan had finally convinced his sister that they needed to go exploring, and off they went, assuring their father that they would stay nearby in the woods. Corentin was doubtful of that, but he remained silent. Jordan would look after Selena, he knew that much. There was no way the boy would let her out of his sight, not after their two siblings had died. He just hoped they weren’t intent on getting into trouble. Well, he hoped Jordan wouldn’t. Probably not since Selena was there, and she would most likely tattle on her brother.
He smiled faintly at the thought, but the smile vanished as quickly as it came. Epic should be here, to teach their children all they needed to know, to help care for them. And she wasn’t. The pointer mix sighed from his spot on the seat in the car they claimed as their home. He should really make another round of the area again, just to make sure Jezebel wasn’t coming. He had no way of knowing what happened to them after he left, but he was fairly certain that she and her men would be coming after him. It was only a matter of time and he knew it. He couldn’t let his guard down, wouldn’t take any chances.
So he stood up and hopped out of the car. He trotted in the direction of the station, figuring that would be the best place to start. He paused once the station was in view, the hairs along his back standing up. His lips curled back into a snarl. Someone was here, though he didn’t know who. “Show yourself!” He commanded. If it was Jezebel, he was prepared to go down with a fight. If it was someone else, then he would apologize for the fact that he was on edge. He would brush it off as you couldn't be too careful.
(Closed for alarice.)
The lack of freedom caused the boy to be snappish, to be a lot more argumentative. But he did as he was told and stayed home. The father hadn’t told them what caused him to be so protective, why he was being so paranoid. They did not need to know what he’d done, didn’t need to know that their father had been employed to be a killer. He wanted to keep them innocent of that for as long as he could. They were growing up, yes, but they didn’t need to know the darker side of things just yet.
If only Epic was here. This wasn’t the first time that he had thought about his missing mate. He had no idea where she had gone, or why she had even left. She didn’t tell him she was leaving, just one day she was gone. Maybe if she had stayed, she would’ve prevented him from getting into this mess with Jezebel, would have prevented him from being so paranoid. Maybe two of their children wouldn’t be dead, though there was no way of knowing whether that was true or not. There was always the possibility that they would’ve died anyway.
He didn’t exactly know where their two remaining children were. Jordan had finally convinced his sister that they needed to go exploring, and off they went, assuring their father that they would stay nearby in the woods. Corentin was doubtful of that, but he remained silent. Jordan would look after Selena, he knew that much. There was no way the boy would let her out of his sight, not after their two siblings had died. He just hoped they weren’t intent on getting into trouble. Well, he hoped Jordan wouldn’t. Probably not since Selena was there, and she would most likely tattle on her brother.
He smiled faintly at the thought, but the smile vanished as quickly as it came. Epic should be here, to teach their children all they needed to know, to help care for them. And she wasn’t. The pointer mix sighed from his spot on the seat in the car they claimed as their home. He should really make another round of the area again, just to make sure Jezebel wasn’t coming. He had no way of knowing what happened to them after he left, but he was fairly certain that she and her men would be coming after him. It was only a matter of time and he knew it. He couldn’t let his guard down, wouldn’t take any chances.
So he stood up and hopped out of the car. He trotted in the direction of the station, figuring that would be the best place to start. He paused once the station was in view, the hairs along his back standing up. His lips curled back into a snarl. Someone was here, though he didn’t know who. “Show yourself!” He commanded. If it was Jezebel, he was prepared to go down with a fight. If it was someone else, then he would apologize for the fact that he was on edge. He would brush it off as you couldn't be too careful.
(Closed for alarice.)