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    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]The equine slowed his pace, nostrils wide and ears swivelling as he realised where he was. Or where was wasn't, for that matter. He had no idea where he was, but massive trees and and the distinct lack of rats, Theodore knew he'd left the Militia's territory far behind.


    He halted squarely, silver tail swatting at the flies that settled on his damp flanks, and he glanced around with dark eyes. Where was he? This was no Clan he'd visited before, he noted, as he breathed in deeply and processed the unique scent. He asked himself if this was an enemy Clan or an allied one, but stopped in his thoughts. The Militia had no enemies or friends, courtesy of Jinora the snow leopard and the two dingo pups who had taken over.


    They wanted a peaceful group and Theodore snorted at the thought.


    The unicorn turned as he continued his train of thought and felt anger at himself rise with each passing moment. He was in the deep territory of this unknown group, it seemed, and Theodore had no clue how he had missed the scent markers set out to warn intruders like him away.


    /ahahah this is kinda crappy but oh well xd

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: black; text-align: justify;][size=8][font=georgia]This was her home now.


    BloodClan was pathetic now, and she still had so much to give to her dead mate's clan. After everything and everyone hurt her, Ichigo remained by her side, adamant in protecting her and their five children.


    When she stumbled on his body as a ghost, Lucy hadn't the slightest clue how to react. She supposed she should have been angry, furious that someone had taken the only one she loved away from her, but that. . . she couldn't feel anythig but regret, really. There were so many mistakes she made but he forgave her every time, and that meant she had a debt to pay him, something she would spend the remainder of her life doing. He had loved her, and she had loved him.


    There was no way around it.


    The albino cougress was doing what she spent all her time with when not giving Meenah advice and ideas; wandering the territory, horned head angled downward and mind set on all she'd lost. It was a pathetic thing to think of the high places the former BloodClan leader had fallen from, all because of one man.
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    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Mistakes? Yes, Theodore was familiar with them. Lucy and her siblings had indeed been a mistake on his part and perhaps a mistake on Blithe's part too. Like most parents however, the male could not say he regretted the mistake. What he regretted was not being the father to his children that he should have been and he took full blame for that, despite having never been told by Blithe directly of his bloodlines extending. No, it was his fault for disappearing and not checking on the female he had had such brief intimate relations with.


    He should have known it would end in kits; it almost always did.


    Lucy had been the only one of his kits that he had met, in hindsight, and Theodore believed them to be dead or inactive. Either way, he had failed them. How did he know that? Because his daughter - did he have the right to call her such a thing? - had told him so in their last and only meeting. That must have been years ago now, back when he was still young and foolhardy enough to keep up his manipulation of creatures he barely knew for no reason other than he didn't know where he was headed in life.


    Theodore was more mature and had decided to try to become more at peace with his past actions, forget them if he could. But one thing he didn't forget - couldn't forget - was Lucy's scent. She may have changed bodies, may have grown and matured like him, but her scent was still recognisable, still some semblance of its former self, and her scent was close.


    "Lucy?"