ur not my dad | feliks + abner

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    [ i'm not sure where in the timeline this would be?? but i imagine, before the take-back-thunderlands, but after feliks' escape sdhgblhg ]

    Abner.   OSIRIS


    The boy was tucked delicately between her wings. She didn't want to bring him home - she had the urge to keep him for herself, to raise her like her own and have him be a proper role model to her young, unborn litter. But Sangria knew his worry, it fell off of him in waves and he often murmured about his sisters, who's names still eluded her but were obviously very important to him. She figured he would return to the tumultuous land of his home eventually and figured that it'd be safer for her to drop him off - safely, if she can manage it. Her pregnancy and the child's wellbeing were very important to her, after all. She circled the Jungle once, twice, trying to find an entry point that didn't wreak of her old home, when she spotted a canine ambling towards the territory.


    She could hardly recognize him, though his pelt was littered with blood and dirt, almost as if he had dug his way out of the depths of hell. Sangria moved to fly away from the man, only for Abner's hold on her back to stiffen. He had yet to say something but she noticed the slight change in his demeanor and took it as a sign - maybe the boy knew this man. Sangria prayed quietly to Helios as she kept on path, eventually landing several paces in front of the escaping leader. She looked him over once, twice, before recognizing him. Feliks - the missing Thunderlandian King (or, whatever they called their leaders.)


    But also the man who captured and hurt Merlot as well as recently maim Showstopper.


    Her wing extended for Abner to have an easy way off of her back but her gaze remained steady, focused on the boy's father, "I'm surprised they held you for so long," she murmured, remaining civil. Her Clan was allied to him, and as their leader she must remain kind and helpful. Not to mention this man was clearly someone Abner adored, enough for the boy to act the way he did. She decided to set aside her personal qualms with the man (though she had them at the ready should he become picky with who he worked with,) and simply waited for an even response from the father.

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    It was slow and steady, but sure enough the wolf was beginning to meander his way through untraced lands. With his ultimate saviour off hunting, Feliks was using the time in solitude to gather his strength. At some point a storm would be coming, he didn't know when and he didn't know where, but Feliks was going to be in the frontlines when it happened, had to be, Ruins be damned. Before long he felt a presence, something or someone watching him, and halted. He didn't know where they were, or how many, regardless the Chief was ready to maim. A paw began to lift off of the ground, smoke billowing from the cracks in his paw pads. In front. They landed and the short-sighted male created a fireball from that paw, lip curling until his smell enhance kicked in. Between the scents both stale and potent alike he detected one of the Solaris Kingdom and... and... Abner? The stranger lowered her wing and lo and behold there the little blur was, alive and safe now.


    He limped closer, a renewed energy in his pace as he approached them both. This is a Million, is it not? More of Sangria's features became obvious to him, a sword and the leathery texture to those aforementioned wings. It wasn't much to go on, but he could put two and two together given his knowledge on the stranglehold that family once had over the ProClan. In a brief moment of doubt he wondered if they would whisk his boy away again, demand some sort of self-sacrifice for his safe return, that never seemed to happen as he leaned down to nuzzle Abner. There was a slow wag to his tail, thoughts still suppressed on a surface level as they had been for the majority of his capture - his voice told of a different tale. "You're safe now boy, you're safe now..." he cooed, a crackle to his soft and raspy tone. "It's going to be ok, those Ruiners will leave our family alone. I'm just glad to see you again... I missed you and Mags and Billie so so much,". He closed his eyes as he spoke and held contact, contemplating.


    I'm surprised they held you for so long. The fuck was that supposed to mean? He lifted his head and was about to narrow his eyes and show just how little he appreciated the other's wording, but then he was reminded of his child. They needn't see hostility thrown towards the one who had protected them from, Feliks was aware that was the only thing keeping there from being an argument though. He wasn't in the mood. He was in pain, hungry, and memories of dragging himself out from that grave were as fresh as any wound he might have carried. "They'll wish they held me for longer," he rumbled beneath a breath, trying to properly observe Abner's paws. I'll let the world know. If they support them even after this... then they'll be damned too. Feliks leaned down and aimed to give a gentle pity-lick of the bandaged appendages, grateful he had at least been told beforehand of this. It didn't help with the sight, but it helped him keep his emotions under wrap, even if that was a mask that was beginning to crack. A hindpaw seemed to shake a little, maybe his ears pinned back every once in a while, plans of revenge were already brewing within the wolf and he just had to hope the Leader's daughter wouldn't interfere. "Thank you... regardless. Your kindness won't go unrewarded,".

    The tension had certainly eased since he'd gone to the Kingdom, but it had never fully left him. Worry for Magdalene and Billie still coursed through him freely, a river in his young veins, and it ate at him at night, jaws of a vicious beast. Jaws of a wolf. Sangria's presence helps. Nestled between her wings, he feels safe, even all the way up in the air, even circling the Thunderlands territory. Hell, even Cherrywine's presence helped, just a little bit. To be met with another child, another clawless child like himself, it made him feel just a touch better. But even that safety and that comfort is thwarted by fear.


    He's curled into himself, eyes closed on Sangria's back when he feels them start to descend, and slowly the boy stretches out to get a better idea of what's happening. His hazel gaze flickers around to find the figure of a wolf he's known his whole life, and his eyes push wide. "D-dad...?" he asks the whistling wind, ears flicking backwards. The smell of blood and sand infiltrated his nose with its thick fingers. His heart turns icy; instinctively he tries to unsheathe his claws, but the pain of using his paws at all makes him hiss, and he remembers his injury. The Ruins must have done this to Feliks, right? They descend and land, and Abner is quick to slide down Sangria's wing and totter towards his father, not seeming to notice the spurt of fire he'd created through his teary eyes.


    "Dad!" he cries, and rests against the wolf's leg. His gaze avoids the clawed paws of his father, but he knows he's safe here. He purrs through tears as he's nuzzled and does his best to return the affection, wrapping his little arms around the limb he leaned against. "I m-missed you t-too," he murmurs, avoiding the comment about the Ruins. Even the sound of their name sends chills down him. Maybe one day he'll be able to talk about them, but not in this moment, surrounded by the blood and sand they were so obviously known for, with the pain that they'd left in his paws.


    They exchange words above his attention; he's busy trying to melt into the fur of his father. The idea that they'd both been hurt by the Ruins wasn't coming to him. Feliks was strong and hearty and basically invincible, right? The blood on his pelt was Ruiner blood- he'd definitely had a great fight coming back to the Thunderlands, right? Even though the truth was obvious, Abner chose to hold onto the lie. He couldn't let the Ruins be stronger than him, or his family, ever again. They wouldn't cause pain for a Kowalki ever again. Abby presses his head more firmly into Feliks's leg, before turning to Sangria with eyes still teary.


    "Oh! Um, Ria," he whines, shifting his attention abruptly to the Queen, "I can still see you, r-right?" Just because he was back in his home, did it mean he'd have to stop seeing the Kingdom? Seeing Sangria? She was so tremendously kind, and she had helped him so much... his gaze falls to his bandages, clean and neatly wrapped, unlike the shoddy work he'd done on his own. "We're still, um, allies?" He knew that the alliance between the Ruins and the Kingdom had been terminated, but had their own alliance been terminated, too? He'd seemed to have missed Feliks's own words of thanks; his own promise of reward. His ears perk and angle towards her, brows knit upwards with obvious worry.

    She held the tenseness in her shoulders uncomfortably. She watched as Abner did his half flutter, half stumble towards his father, clearly excited to see the other. Did it hurt her? Of course not. She and the boy bonded enough for her to feel comfortable around him, to feel the pull of motherhood push her to protect him. But never would she step between him and his father, never would she stop him from seeing the man who raised him. Sangria hardly fought the soft smile that sprouted on her face as Abner clutched Feliks' arm, and Feliks soothed his young son. He spoke two other names and she wondered if Abner had mentioned them before, perhaps as whispers in his dreams. She was conscious of her stomach's swell for a few moments as they bonded and held one another before feeling the weight of the man's gaze upon her once again.


    Was she scared? Only partially so. It seemed having his son so close kept him and his anger at bay, however much had built up in his time of solitude hardly showing for her to see. She didn't press on his imprisonment, especially after being a served a look of less than gentle distaste. She, instead, nodded, agreeing that the Ruins would certainly get their comeuppance, whenever it should arrive. Sangria didn't think she needed words to portray that. Her gaze held his for a moment, unsure what to do, what to say. Was her news allowed to be his knowledge? Was there use in telling him the truth, or would it be a thrown away fact?


    Abner spoke again, catching her attention. Her gaze fell on the boy again, and though her heart melted, she tried to remain tall. She didn't wish for the man that stricken down both of her brothers see her as weak, not in the moment they were meant to be allies. But she couldn't resist the smile the second time, nor the nod of her head as she answered him, "The borders are always open for you," she hummed, "But I expect you to tell your father where you'll be if you come over," seemed to be a rule she needn't explain, but one that had to fill the air anyways. His question of their alliance hung in the air for no longer than a moment before she looked towards Feliks, his words of a thanks gracing her ears soon after. To this, she shook her head.


    "We'll be okay without an award," Sangria stated, "I'm only sorry I couldn't do more. I was forced to choose between gifting supplies or taking Abner away for treatment, after Elian declawed him. His bandages were dirty and caked with blood. I figured I could send in supplies later on," she wasn't sure if Link or Soare was ever able to drop them off. Neither reported back to her on the matter, but she didn't dwell. She paused for a moment, the news resting on her tongue for seconds before she picked up again, "It goes without saying that Solaris Kingdom does not condone the mutilation of a child - not underneath any reign before mine own, and most definitely not beneath mine," her clawless paw flexed, but she continued, "The alliance between the Ruins and the Kingdom is no more, as much as it pains me to say. I shouldn't have to explain why, as I'm sure you're more than aware," while not ever present to her, Feliks always seemed to be within the bounds of someone in her family. Merlot, Showstopper, Ver more frequently.


    Unsure of what to say - it seemed like all she could say was already mentioned, but it still felt incomplete, "I don't like making decisions without my King present, but please know that Solaris Kingdom is just south of here. If you need anything - food, herbs -" they dwindled in both categories but Sangria neglected to mention such, "We're free to help, as long as you don't mind the rain."

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