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Post by Pad Thai on Nov 16, 2012 0:20:02 GMT -5
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Cyril. He had betrayed his first born son. And he had dreaded meeting with him. He felt so horrible at letting him down. That faint call in the distance had been for the fight, and Risquè had thought nothing of it, until it was too late. He had thought it was something different, but he had lost Tangaroa because of it. He could always challenge again, or Cyril could himself, or he could let Mako rule. The islands were meant to be separate blood, but he had wanted to have peace between them.
The air lofted his long, creamy, tangled tresses off of his slender form. He had a lot of years on the island, he was 11, and his body was wearing with old age, though he was still fit and healthy. His hooves showed signs of cracking, but were still sturdy and strong, and they held him up on his proud form. His pelt gleamed, blue and white in the autumn sunshine. The weather was starting to cool, but merely in the slightest. Risk's nares flared as he lifted himself off the ground, sand clinging to his skin and the rest cascading down. He flicked his creamy tail, audits pricked forward.
Cyril appeared, glancing at his father. Risk looked back, soft brown eyes stricken with sadness. Cyril paused, shaking his head slightly. 'Dad, it's okay,' he said softly, and Risk sighed, "I'm so sorry Cy- It's my fault." Risk said, touching his maw to Cyril's neck lightly. Cy smiled at his father, 'Dad, it's okay, really.' Risk smiled back, a weight lifted off of his shoulders. "Cyril, my lovely son, I think it's time I appoint you to Cheif of Kahukura. I'm 11 now, and you're 4, it's time to take all your learning and apply it to your life now Cy. The herd is now your responsibility." Risquè said, watching Cy who stood there, shocked, frozen. He stumbled over his words, the biggest grin filling his face. 'Really? Chief? You think I'm ready?' Risk laughed, "Cyril, you were born ready. Go celebrate, have fun, I'll watch out for the herd until you return," he said with a laugh, and Cyril ran off, a spring in each step.
Risk smiled, turning and watching the ocean waves lapping against the beach, wondering where his precious Isa was right now.
OOC: Kinda cheesy hahaha, but yay <3
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