fatherandson;;bondingtime

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Raiden found it hard to admit to himself that fear was actually beginning to take hold of him as he approached closer and closer to Dancing Stars, and then ultimately to his son, Bion. But the truth in the matter was that he was scared, he'd been scared since he'd returned to reunite with his previous life. He'd been scared of exactly what he was confronting this very moment. So many things could've happened in that earthquake. And although he was grateful for having Rose, and Bion, it sucked to know they'd both been extremely pained by the tragedy. His heart began to beat more rapidly than normal. What if Bion didn't remember him? What if he would never remember him or Rose, or his deceased brothers and sisters...His previous life? It was a scary thought and deep down he knew he wasn't wrong for feeling it. But even so, he kept his face emotionless. How he felt about this was no one's business but his own. His footfalls fell heavily on grounds which were currently littered with fallen leaves, his muscles bunching and releasing in a steady, repitive motion.

He had decided not to bring Rose along. He just wasn't sure she'd be able to bear more pain, and he hated seeing her in it. His only hope was that seeing his father would spark something within his son, would at least bring back something. He sighed, as he prepared himself for the worst, instead of the best outcome. When he felt as if he was close enough to Dancing Stars as he needed to be, he released a melodic tune into the Autumn air, the slight breeze aiding it as it made it's journey across the valley, calling out for Bion. His ears pricked as he listened to it die down, and then lowered his bottom to the ground, her pools darting and scanning the area, awaiting the arrival of his son.

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In the nicest way possible, Bion wasn't a very thoughtful, cautious wolf. He was the kind of wolf that jumped around, and got easily distracted. His mind strayed easily, and he never kept one thought in his head for too long. Right now, he was acting very un-bion-like. His footfalls were clumsy, as always, but also heavy. He was normally light and breezy in the way he walked, but today he was feeling a little bogged down with the nagging in the back of his mind. It was like, when you were trying to think of someone's name, and it was on the tip of your tongue, so close within in your reach...but, nothing came to you. Only ten times worse. He just wished he could remember, it was so aggrivating; he tried to take his mind off it by concentrating on the multitude of flea's nestled in his coat.

The flea's didn't distract him for long enough, though, and he was stumbling through the outlands aimlessly, when he caught a smell in the air. Damn. The smell triggered another something off in the back of his mind. He was slightly torn. As much as he wanted to run and hide from this nagging feeling, he dared to wonder if this stranger could tell him even more about his past than Rose.
He trusted Rose, ofcourse (he was Bion, the far-too-trusting), but he didn't sense she was telling him the full truth.
Suddenly, a melodic song rose from the ground. It startled Bion briefly. He flinced, but not because he was startled; because the voice was so familiar, so soothing...So important to him, just like Rose's was.

With a soft sigh, he stopped his ambling, and began to think of the reprecussion of going to visit the stranger from his past. What if he went, and nothing came back? What if the nagging kept picking away at him, and the stranger just confused him even more. He just wanted a straight answer.
If he didn't go, and he turned around and went home, the nagging would increase anyway, with thoughts of what this wolf could of told him about his past, and the fact that if he went, it might all click into place.
He tensed, brows furrowing. The stranger would smell him soon, if he hadn't already, and would probably come here quickly seeing as he was part of his past.
Argh!

He bit his lip, forehead creasing slightly more than usual, thoughts rushed quickly through his mind. He may as well take a chance, rather than it being set in stone that the annoying information just out of his reach would get farther away from his grasp.
Go home, Bion. Just go and never look back. He wasn't sure whether that was the sensible side of him, or the one being taken over by this annoying feeling.

He had to find the stranger. If he didn't, he might never get the chance to talk to him again. Yes, he would find him, and it might all become clearer. He smiled slightly, feeling better after having made a decision.
Inhaling through his nose, he noted the wolf was a moon, like Rose had been. Why was his past intertwined with Falling Moons? He was male, aswell, unlike Rose. And, ofcourse, he recognised it greatly.

Taking a deep breath, and then releasing a heavy sigh, he got to his feet, and jogged nervously to the stranger wolf.

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The wolf was pretty big, and black, apart from a white leg. Bion found that this was almost exactly was he was expecting, a bit like deja vu, or being physic...but only realising you knew when you saw them. So...not physic at all, just familiar. Bion took in a quiet intake of breath, and then held it. He was extremely cautious. This wasn't like it had been with Rose, this wolf seemed to expect him, which unnerved Bion greatly.
He wasn't particually muscular, but more so than plenty of the Dancing Stars. Was this what Falling Moon males were typically like? He bit his lip once again, his eyes welling with anxiety.
He felt his throat dry up, but found the will to speak somehow, and croaked an uneven, 'Hello...'

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With only the use of his sharp sense of smell he could easily monitor the movements and actions of his son. He could sense when he'd hesitated, uncertain if he should make the move to go talk to this stranger. But then Raiden could tell when he was on his way towards him, the scent getting stronger and stronger with each step Bion took, until it finally overwhelmed every possible part of his leathery nose, scraping the walls of the insides. He snorted as he realized he took on almost the complete scent of Dancing Stars, not even a trace of scent from his pevious life. A sigh was released into the air as he mused over this. And for a moment he couldn't help but wonder how his son would be today if Bion had never been injured. Would he take on the qualities of a Dancing Star, or the more fierce qualities of a Falling Moon? So many questions ran through his mind that he longed to answer, that he may never be able to.

Him getting injured and all the pups dying could've been avoided if he'd only been there. He couldn't stop the stray strand of wondering and doubt from seeping into his mind. As he thought back on it now, he tried to remember exactly where he'd been, what he'd been doing at the time the earthquake struck. But most memories seemed to escape him. However, he did remember that he hadn't been too far from his family at the time, but the quake came without warning, he'd been immobolized as he was struck with fear, not only for his own well-being but also for his family's. Of course, he'd made the attempt but nearly to no avail. The last thing he'd remembered, this part being the clearest, was something large and heavy hitting him, knocking him out. After that everything had gone black, he'd heard no more screams of terror, no whines of pain. He figured it had been a tree, or maybe a rock to have put him in that deep sleep that had delayed his trip to Caden Valley further than he'd planned. With a huff, he pushed the thoughts aside. There was no point on dwelling on the past now.

For first time since he'd arrived in the new valley, he'd actually made the move to think about Bion as he came into clear sight. He'd only been thinking about himself, about Rose and how much pain this had inflicted upon both of them, the pain of losing the only one that had survived. And he cursed himself for being so selish. But now, he began to wonder what life was like for his only son. Was he happy? Confused as to why these strangers were visiting him? It must've been hard, feeling pressured to try and remember a life other than the one he was living now. It had to be hard dealing with the fact that he'd had parents, brother, sisters and others who cared about him. And that he couldn't even remember their names. His ears drooped ever so slightly at the thought. And a mask of sympathy washed over his face, quickly replaced by one of indifference. For a moment, he could feel his breath catch in his throat, but he cleared it quickly, not allowing the emotions to get the best of him. He was honestly appaled by how much Bion looked like himself. It was almost like a spitting image, other than the tan fur that covered his right paw which was probably inherited from Rose's side. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He hadn't exactly planned what he was going to say to his son, he'd acted on impulse, knowing that visiting Bion was something that had to be done.

He sighed, and nodded his head. "Bion," he murmured in acknowledgement and greeting. It felt odd, speaking the name on his tongue which he'd come across more than enough times within the confines of his mind. But to actually be in the presence of a life he'd thought had ceased to exist was just overwhelming on so many levels. "You probably don't remember me," he began a bit uncertainly, unsure if these words would spark anything within in his brain. He sighed, there was no need to pressure himself quite at the moment to make Bion remember his father. Right now, he just had to focus on introducing himself. "Well, I'm Raiden...Your father," he said in a gruff voice, keeping all emotions within him, not willing to yet show such a vulnerable position to someone he hardly knew, despite how much he cared and loved his son. It was more out of habit than personal selection when it came to who he was willing to reveal certain things to.

He sat slowly, feeling uncomfortable in front of him, only because he was currently feeling like he was witnessing a ghost. "How are you?" he asked, decided to get the pleasantries started and over with. And mostly, because he was honestly concerned about his son's well-being. But even now, Raiden was beginning to get frustrated. He just wished he could do something, say something to make him remember so he could bring him back with him, and reunite him finally with the nearly heart-broken Rose. "This is probably a lot for you, but I just got here, in the valley, and I just thought I'd come to see you," he murmured, finding it a bit easier to voice his thoughts mostly out of nervousness and lack of dialogue.

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Bion's emerald eyes were fixed keenly on Raiden, a small frown on his forehead. He wanted it to all make sense, but he began to wonder if the involvement of his past life with another falling moon wolf would make it all the more complicating. He didn't know what he was going to tell Bandit when she noticed he smelt of falling moon? What if she didn't understand, and she made him choose between the past life that felt so important, but he didn't remember; and the only wolf he could remember that was important to him.
He pulled a face; he really hoped it didn't come to that. Bandit was the one who had taken him after he'd lost his memories, the one who brought him up.

To take his mind of it, he studied Raiden's face curiously, trying to find some sort of evidence that he knew him. There wasn't any. He was just a stranger, but he knew in his heart that he was part of his past; and important part.
He wasn't surprised when the wolf greeted him by name, infact, he was expecting it. He wasn't surprised when he introduced himself as Raiden, but he didn't have time to consider the name, because it seemed to click in his mind; he remembed that name.
It was the last bit that shocked him. Scared him. He felt like he was choking, like someone had taken away his air supply. This couldn't be right, and he almost hated the wolf for saying it.
He opened his mouth to speak, eyes wide with terror, a frown burrowed into his forehead.
He tried to speak, but he just choked and gasped. This couldn't be right, and he suddenly wished he had never come to this wolf. He didn't want all this. He just wished he could of stayed with Bandit, and never met Rose, or Raiden.

'You...can't...be my...father,' he spluttered, almost angry at how this wolf could claim that kind of thing, and sound so...so...so uninterested.
Truth be told, he wanted to turn and run, but his feet were bolted to the ground. He wanted to run and run back to Bandit. He didn't want to listen to what this wolf had to say, because he didn't want it to be true. He didn't want his father to be Raiden, and he didn't want to have a family in the falling moons.

He was Bion! He was a dancing star! He couldn't belong to falling moon as well. He didn't want to. He wanted to stay with Bandit, because none of this made sense, and he was starting to think it was the falling moon up to their tricks; exactly how he was told they would act. Told by Bandit, and he trusted her more than these strangers.
He shook his head violently, not trusting himself to speak.

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His brows furrowed as the spluttered words met his tipped ears. He suddenly felt guilty for coming here, and expecting to make his son remember his previous his life, he felt guilty for interrupting the seemingly perfect life he'd made for himself in Dancing Stars. Rose was right when she said he was happy here, and he'd come to him today in attempt to make him remember, to bring him back to Falling Moon just so he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of seeing Rose hurting the way she was. He clenched his jaw, frustrated at himself for being so stupid and not realizing what was clearly right in front of him. He couldn't even begin to imagine what went on in son's head while strangers came to tell him that they'd been related, but him having no sort of memory associated with that. If anything, he had to be scared that he was once a Falling Moon, one of the wolves who was so notorious for the cruel qualities that inhabited their very beings. But even with that, how could Bion not see it. Clearly, he looked so similiar to Rose and him, with a touch of Anevay's tan pelt on his right forepaw. He sighed. There was no way he could change Bion.

"I'm not here to try and take you back, or even to make you remember," he began, sounding more sure of himself after deciding in his mind what he really wanted to say to his long, lost son. "I just thought you should know you once were...Maybe I was wrong in coming here, being selfish and interrupting a life that's going so well for you..." His voice trailed off as he peered over the top of Bion's head. In a way, Raiden was glad Bion didn't have to, or choose to live in Falling Stars. It was such a cruel place, filled with wolves who couldn't seemed to find themselves or their very own hearts. Wolves filled with such horrid and painful pasts that they couldn't even bring themselves to forgive the world or the beings inhabiting it. Surely the world wasn't always like this, basking in the darkness. It had to have once been light. But how had it found them? Why were they the ones effected by the darkness? Maybe it wasn't just them, maybe it lingered behind every corner, making it incapable of escaping it completely. Maybe it wasn't the darkness that found them, but they that found the darkness.

He had to admit, however, the words stung a place somewhere deep inside of him, a place he hadn't even known exist along with a pain that had yet to defeat him until now. He was trying so hard to deny it. Deny that he'd once been apart of a whole different life. And of course it was understandable, but the fact that no one brought this upon them didn't ease the pain in the least bit. He released another sigh, fighting the urge to just turn on his heels and dart off back to his pack of darkness. "Just because we come from your rival pack doesn't mean we're bad wolves. Your mother and I really did love you." For the first time being there, he let a smile slip over his maw. "I just wanted to see you, see how you were getting along. But it looks as though you're fine," he said, the corners of his lips slowly turning down. "You know where to find me if you need me," he murmured. He turned then, and began at a slow trot departing with his son after only minutes of being in his presence. Maybe this was meant to happen. Both him and Rose had known from the beginning that Bion didn't carry a heavy heart as the rest of them did. He belonged here, and for the first time Raiden was beginning to accept it.

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