The Appalled One (On Hiatus)

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It had been a few weeks since Scorpion and Arachnid had taken the cubs under their care. By now the lot was able to walk along with their eyes having opened. Each cub had developed their unique personality. The 3 boys rough housed to their heart's content, along with the sisters sticking close to Scorpion. At the very moment, each and every one of them were fast asleep, Scorpion snoring quietly as Arachnid was wrapped around the cubs instinctively. Deep within Scorpion's mind was a pink void, their safe space in which Arachnid and Scorpion were separated. 

Arachnid watched Scorpion's calm breathing, his tail twitching as he scanned the area before standing up, a flash of gold stunning him a bit. He hung his head low, slowly making his way towards where the light kept illuminating, slipping past a barred gate. As soon as he entered the room, the aura had become dark, Arachnid knowing well enough why the change had occurred. He kept pushing through the mist that had appeared, soon being greeted by a rather colossal wolf whom was scrutinizing a depiction of a young female wolf. Arachnid watched the wolf, glancing at the depiction and wincing slightly in regret, shaking his head. He knew well enough who the female was, but he didn't want to reminded of what he did. He knew that hybrids instinctively ate their kin and birth mother, but he still dreaded the memories. 

The colossal wolf turned towards him, their extra limbs spiraling around them and soon going to their sides, the form looking as if other wolves had joined them, much like a rather well known god in a foreign country. Their beady, black lifeless eyes pierced through Arachnid, Arachnid letting out a low whimper as he bowed down, closing his eyes. The area around him dissipated, transforming into your common wolf den. Arachnid looked up at the other hybrid, seeing the scar that ran through the front of their face and down towards their muzzle. A stinging feeling ran through Arachnid's veins, feeling blood drip down his face and wincing. He was in the midst of a flashback, where the older hybrid had scratched him and begun to ramble about, cursing Arachnid for ending his mother's life too soon. 

The older hybrid sniffed Arachnid, their impressive tail running its stinger along Arachnid's maw. The older hybrid chuckled, shaking their head. 

"So, you've become a foster for a few lion cubs have you? My, my what has happened to you after our departure?" The older hybrid asked, Arachnid keeping silent as one paw covered his wounded eyes. Arachnid kept bowing down, trying his best not to make eye contact. He knew that the hybrid in front of him would make sure he couldn't see again despite the fact that they were both in the same state. Arachnid stood up, facing the hybrid. 

"It's nothing,, Father."  Arachnid said hesitantly, his father crouching down and sighing. He never knew he'd come down to this, having to console his father for any advice. Better yet, he might be insulted or seen as a disappointment. His body quivered in fear, looking down. His father was the only creature that ever terrified him. His father was a warlord after all. He was a feared brute, one of the only hybrids which was feared upon the entire land. His flamboyant limbs gave way into increasing his size, only making him the superior to the rest of the hybrids. It had been said that his father's eyes were that of death himself. Prophecies and legends once told of his father being acquainted by an ancient league, in which his fearlessness was put to extreme measures. Travelling across his face were distinct splashes of purple, seeming to form extra splotches of ancient symbols. One of his eyes had been robbed of their place, a crimson void having replaced the missing orbital. The scar that his father had achieved when he had been held captive by a few warlocks was tampered with, rumors stating that the scar would open and reveal a wicked tongue, enveloping the essence of anything that it wrapped itself on. However, his father was a grand and vicious voice when the hybrids used to be under a bureaucracy. In those wretched times, his voice was utilized to drive their victims mad, making them tear themselves apart for the answer to their trial. When the trials weren't at play, his father had a knack of studying the Corrupted Law. The Corrupted Law was extremely savage-like, Arachnid remembering small majorities of the law, having examined it himself. Arachnid himself never understood the law, but his father was ecstatic about it, a growl in his throat forming each time he expressed his ideas about the law. He had practiced the law with other hybrids, unfortunately each resulting in the same fate. His father was threatened with exile after such acts were laid upon the others, but the grand voice dismissed the idea of exile, finding his father to be an utmost important asset in their cause. The entirety of the cause brought flashbacks to Arachnid, causing his stature to stumble as the flashbacks played in his mind.