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RE: All I can think about - Gent - Jul 06, 2016
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[dohtml] The point was missed, and another revealed as Draven continued to prove audacious in his claims. Did the boy not think any of the rest were still grieving, too? That they weren't all hurting? Or was it just Gent that he judged so harshly, and why? Before Minka passed, Draven had thought him a father. Never had his affections for the children nor their mother been questioned before that night. Suddenly, despite the wreck he had been that they had all witnessed, he was heartless and nothing to them. Every day that he had spent with them, loving them, doting upon them, teaching and guiding them; all the times since her death that he had tried to reach out to them, bringing them gifts and attempting to take them on walks, explorations, hunts; it clearly meant nothing. It was incredibly selfish of the boy, and just as @Kino's decision to turn his back on the hurting pack and his own siblings had the ghostly child, it now defined Draven within Gent's mind. Truly, only Marianna was left who had not proven to be so cold and thankless, but now after this second strike he had to doubt even the young girl who had once been thought of as a precious daughter. Maybe that was why they could not find her; maybe she hadn't gotten lost after all. It was a difficult thought to wrap his mind around, and he tried to discredit it. It was difficult to do over Draven's voice, however. He claimed that the pack was dying, and it took willpower for the king to not press the point that the youth was not lifting a paw to keep it alive. A promise of trying harder was given, but it was only focused on clinging to what was lost instead of taking care of those who remained and needed each other. Gent would not be able to force the boy's eyes open, and it seemed that he was refusing to look at the true root of matters. Fine then. Gent turned on his own paws, his mind made up. This would be the last time he would allow such remarks from the child. From here on out, Draven would be held to the same expectations as the rest of his subordinates, including full participation in cooperatively maintaining the pack as well as respecting his elders. |