Cry Of The Pride

|9 ₹ pride's sin to mourn|

He could remember his last time with Lian, when she snuck into his room just as he was about to take a well deserved shower before some sleep.

He remembered breathing in relief that he hadn't undressed just then, "Altan, I want you to tell me a story." he raised an eyebrow.

"What's the magic word?" he crossed over the room to sit at her side.

"Lian!" she said with a smile. They both knew he would do anything for her, and telling a story hardly counted for just how far he would go.

"Alright princess," he crawled over the bed settling on top of the pillows along with the little girl. "What story do we want tonight?"

"The beginning of our family tree!"

He raised a curious eyebrow, and nodded. He thought back and cleared his throat before starting.

"The was a war that tore apart the north. A war of pride and prejudice that tore people apart and reigned death upon them and left others to hunger...

It was upon the battlefield, in the midst of yet another battle of this long war. A strange man fell from the sky.

The sands of the Sahara rose and clouded the air, rendering all blind and immobile. As all settled our ancestors recovered the strange man.

It was upon returning to camp that the men and women who stood tall against their enemies realised that the fallen was no man.

What seemed like a cloak wrapped around him was in fact a wing. The people jumped back and couldn't believe that they had brought such an abomination to them.

All but one, a great warrior. One who led them in war. Nesar.

That was his name.

A man crowned in glory and blessed with good fortune. He saw something that not all were able to. He cared for the abomination until it awoke. He had smiled at the man and offered him food to which he had declined.

The man who had fallen from the skies realised at quite a time had passed since he had shut his eyes, he wanted to thank all that cared for him. The group with him.

Nesar elated had run all over the camp to bring together eight of his friends. 

All who held a respectable status on the field the were battling on.

'Thank you for your aid' started the man with limbs of flight. Gathered in the tent of Nesar of the sun all accepted his gratitude.

'you haven't a single clue how  great you're assistance is, I would like to offer gifts as thanks' no one within this man's presence could come to comprehend just what he meant.

Often when you saved one's life the would show their gratitude by giving you the life thag which you saved.

This man... He had gifts worth his own life? None could understand yet...

They let him continue, has he assigned each a feline beast before telling that they would hold the strengths of these beasts.

The jaguar was the first to scoff and leave the tent..."

Altan stopped his words when he realised that Lian has passed out.

He could not help but to smile at the sight of his youngest siblings.

And in the present he wished to be by Lian's side, instead he was stuck with this grey eyed target.

The demonic woman who had tricked him into deserting his family.

Theat thought disappeared almost immediately. Altan knew himself.

Most importantly, he knew that he can't be compelled into doing anything he didn't want to do.

And on such a large scale.

Lian was better off thinking him dead.

He sighed into the air, watching the sleeping hunter over his shoulder he left the room to meet Alpha Crest.

He was met with a sound of laughter, "your son never ceases to amaze me." he heard the man mutter as he poured a bottle of alcohol onto the floor.

"Teacher," Altan starts but is cut short when the door opens.

Their food had arrived.

Guess who has the gall to show up after so long