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Thread is for those of the Dominion, and or those on the volcano!

You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Khyan had been very quiet recently, staying to himself and silently watching his siblings. He had started to realize he wasn't actually of the same blood; he had shades of brown on him, whilst everyone else was of blacks and whites. Polar opposites that seemed to be burned into the bloodline. Why had he been born differently? And was the scar apart of it?

He briefly glanced at his shoulder, the one with skin was tight and ached sometimes in the cold air that swept past. It didn't hurt anymore, but it was a constant burning reminder he was different.

Slowly, he looked up to the sky, watching the stars, the way they twinkled, and how they seemed to call to him. Each one was different, with a different underlying tone in each one that was hardly visible. He had faint memories, ones he didn't even know, that something was before, just so distant that he couldn't actually remember. Only pieces came to him; and they only came in tiny fragments.

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Nephthys had noticed her middle child withdrawing from the other two, and frankly she's had enough. The pharoah wanted her trio to be a unit, inseparable from each other like how she and Vasili were at their age, building each other up into the fierce and unstoppable dragons their bloodline promised.

So it seems she had to do this...feelings...thing. Actually talk them out.

This was far from her strong suit.

So when she felt the boy leave the nest, she watched him go for a moment before getting up herself, carefully moving to not wake the other two before slipping out of the den. On quiet paws, the pale pharoah stalked after her son, staying out of sight and watching Khyan for a moment.

Oh, her baby boy, has he finally noticed he's a little different than the others?

Neph came out of the shadows at last, coming up behind Khyan and licking the top of his head. What's wrong yan-yan her voice was quiet, soothing...almost. she tried at least, as she sat down behind him. You've been in your own head lately my hatchling

You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Yan stared upwards silently, eyes fixated on the stars and wondering what was up there. Was it just the stars, moon and sun? Or was there something...more, something vast and untouched? It seemed to make his stomach churn at the idea, as he had to stifle a gag that wanted to rise.

When the lick to the top of his head came, he nearly jumped out of his skin, startling to all fours and turning his head like a cat when the food bowl is filled. Eyes staring wide at Neph until his mind finally processed who it was, and instantly the boy buried himself into her chest. He wanted to weep, to cry until he fell asleep from exhaustion, but he couldn't; he wouldn't.

мама..

The word came quiet, softer than he wanted it to and he hated that it sounded desperate.

мама why am i different? I don't look like you or pa..Or Cairo, or Sobek..Why?

Slowly, he looked up to her face, scooting back just enough to see her eyes and no further, the night was cold, but the island was warm in a sense. It was home, it was safe at least..Mostly.

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The jump brought a smile to her face, a hint of mischief, until Khyan pressed himself into her chest. She froze for a brief moment, this was more Creole's thing... emotional support...but still she wrapped her arm around her boy and pulled him closer into her fur, leaning her head down to nuzzle him gently as he spoke. Let no one say she never tried at least, she herself never had these... weaknesses....but her father was a gentle soul, and she did learn something from him. Kind of.

You look just like me, my boy, just like your siblings and father she spoke plainly. You may have more colour in your fur, but your eyes are mine, your bones are mine, as are Cairo's and Sobek's, you even have your папа's beauty mark That she somehow hasn't scarred up compared to the rest of his face, did the children ever wonder why Vasili has so many scars?

But more importantly, did that help?

Probably not, but Nephthys sat, wrapped her tail around the pup as well as her arm, white fur blending into his black saddle marking on his back. You are Saxe, my spark, my blood, do not let anyone tell you otherwise, even yourself

You're here for a reason but you don't know why
3-1-3 OC

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Khyan sat there, letting himself be pulled against her chest, ears pinning flat to his head as he nuzzled close to his mother. Taking in the smell that seemed to be singed to her fur and skin, bones, and herbs, what would be the reason for such a smell?

But i don't! I don't..I don't feel like I am,

Like what? The words were unclear, and so was the meaning behind them. His eyes closed, listening to the soft heartbeat of his mother and her breathing, soothing himself in doing so. Everything was so wrong in his mind, the scar, the way he remembered things he knew weren't of this life—why? What did they mean, were they important? Glancing up at her, he stared for a few moments before speaking up again.

I remember things...and, they don't feel like my memories but also..they do? мама what is wrong with me?

Slowly he leaned into her more; his eyes drifting closed to hide further in her fur, wanting to burry himself in her skin and never see the light of day.

She waited for him to continue, letting him soak up comfort like dried moss soaks up water, he would not get this kind of comfort much from Nephthys after all.

There is nothing wrong with you, my spark, my Khyan she said it as if they were discussing something less important than what it was. There are many wolves in this world that are reborn, that have memories that don't belong to their current life She knew of a few, at least, though none are with them currently....as far as she was aware. Did Creole have a former life? Did Valkyrie?

So much about motherhood was improvising.

You are simply one of them, but what's important is this life, understand? she gave him a gentle lick again. They are your memories of a time long gone, use their knowledge for your life now, my son