Remember the People You Loved - Printable Version

Thanos Argyris

Thanos had been running round in circle for days. His body and mind was running on a schedule he was not fully use to. Eat, border patrols, check the caches then sleep. The tawny male had been doing that for days. With being so busy in his duties he had forgot to maintain his fur. Dirt was displayed on him along with a few knots here and there. So deciding to go on a stroll to the only water source he was rather familiar with Than would clean off there. Setting off at a nice jog it only took him minutes to get there.

Slowly he walked into the cold water. Soon this would possibly be all iced over. So he would have to enjoy it while he could. Pushing himself deeper into the water Thanos chose to dive down and get it over with. Laying down he wallowed in the water getting out all the dirt and knots. Once he believed he was clean the male rose out of the water and back onto the bank. Shaking his fur to making sure the water came off, a few drops of the crystal water rested on his back and tail. Laying down on top of a high rock he found. It over looked the water. Letting his head hang off the edge Thanos looked over the edge expecting to find fish yet all he saw was himself. An image of someone he didn't really know. Maybe when Phineas left them all it was for the better. To show them that they needed a new beginning. Something to live for.

I sing a different song of how the wheres and whys of now all prove I don’t belong.

Elliot had been feeling more and more uncomfortable after the meeting. The way Kyros had looked at him made him realise that, no, he wasn’t the son of Phineas and Borlla; he wasn’t a Magnolia Glen pup. His mother had disappeared again and every day that passed, the swarthy boy found himself hating the Poison Path family he once had more and more. On top of that, he loathed himself, too. Constantly he found himself wondering if maybe something was wrong with him. Had this all, somehow, been his fault? Was Athena (he couldn’t even stomach calling her mother at this point) punishing him for existing?

What exactly had he done wrong that was so deserving of this?

He tried to be chipper, tried to smile and be brave but nothing quelled the gnawing guilt that wracked him. Maybe it’d just be best if he left and disappeared, just like Aphrodite and just like Athena. Just like his father. Hell, his real father had disappeared before his children had even been born. Ash had tried to be a father figure of some sort and maybe he did a good job but now? Elliot hated him. The dark furred growing boy wanted nothing more than to just stand face to face with the tawny brute and scream his heart out. Hell, Elliot wanted to do that with so many wolves. Why had they left him?

Disappearing sounded good. Disappearing sounded clean, disappearing sounded necessary. At least then Elliot’s god awful bad luck wouldn’t affect Phineas and his family. And so, he had slipped out of Magnolia Glen’s borders with the intent on simply running. Following the Creek, trying to slink along quietly, he hadn’t gotten too far until his brilliant orange gaze fell upon a figure he vaguely recognised, perched upon a rock above the creek itself. That … that was Phineas’ brother, Thanos, wasn’t it? Suddenly Elliot slunk as low as he could, hoping to shuffle past without being noticed. He didn’t want questioned asked, didn’t want a potential lecture about leaving the pack territory.

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