Sleep deprivation was no stranger to the young Tainn, though this time it felt more like a burden than a fun experience. Darrah had been training, and hard. The Guardian title ended up holding more importance to him than originally expected, perhaps it was because his uncle was the one who thought him fit for such a role? Nevertheless, it was time the raven boy found comfort in sleep, or so he thought.
Darrah was just trotting himself back toward the den when something caught his eye, or rather someone. Though it couldn't at all be who he'd expected. They wouldn't dare show their face around the bend again, would they? Eyes widened, the Tainn turned his head in disbelief. It was his mothers smirking face that met his gaze, and he soon found himself running toward her. "No fucking way!" he snarled, unsure of what it was he planned to do once actually reaching the woman. Would he kill her? It sure was possible. She wouldn't be lucky enough to deceive his family for a third time. Especially when his newest siblings would now be involved in the whole mess. She had no business ruining two more lives. "What the hell are you doing?!" Tears filled the former prince's eyes, he wouldn't be holding back this time.
The closer Darrah managed to get to the woman, the more she laughed. The sound was horrendous, and it only managed to enrage the yearling more. "What's so fucking funny, Nayeli?!" He bellowed, swiping his paw at her frame. "You need to leave, Now! Before you don't have the option anymore.. Go!!" Attacking once more, the male found himself sobbing. Giggling filled his ears, and he suddenly felt a sense of weakness take over. '...W-..Why?'
I curse the blue skies.
Darrah Tainn