Wither [Hadrian/Closed]

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"No, mother was only with one brute." One brute. One male. The realization echoed in his head, the thought almost overpowering. Rhea had only had one partner in her unnaturally shortened life. Rhea had only ever been with him. A part of him revelled in that thought. His woman had been faithful, even if she had never officially become his woman. Hadrian had cared about her more than he should and to find out that maybe she had cared too was enlightening. It warmed his heart and brought a soft, wistful smile to his face.

But the realization brought other news. If left no question as to who Nashira's father was. Hadrian had been with Rhea, and Rhea had been with no one else. By default that meant he was the young femme's father. Father... 'It seems that I am a father.' The news made him feel weak in the knees, stomach churning with indecision. Though he had always been vaguely aware that he could have sired offspring, he'd never really thought about it before. The pack had been destroyed before he'd had time to consider the consequences of his actions and, since the move to Anikira, he had banished most of his thoughts on the old days to the recesses of his mind.

Nashira could not be ignored though. She represented everything he had lost and given up hope on. And now that she was here, there was no denying her existence. There was no denying the life he never spoke of, the wolf he used to be. There was no more means of running or hiding, of trying to be somebody new. His past had finally caught up to him and he had to make the best of it.

Heaving a sigh, the brute lifted his head enough to catch Nashira's eyes. There was a tenderness to his expression, uncertainty bubbling beneath the surface but no sign of rejection visible. In fact, his own expression almost mirrored that of Nashira, the small upturn of his lips only a ghost of the inner turmoil brewing within. "It would seem you are my daughter. I'm sorry, Nashira. I never knew." The apology was for his absence, not for being her father.

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/nashiramid.png] It seemed that even her breathing was struggling to cope with the swarm of emotions within. Every few moments the femme would emit an abrupt shaking and a sharp inhale. The hiccuping nerves were causing seismic quivers throughout the Mexican femme's muscular figurine. Something of this magnitude had never fallen upon her, Nashira was not used to experiencing such a wave of emotion. For the first time, she was scared. The thought of having a real father had not exactly crossed her mind before, she simply had searched for Hadrian because it was all she knew. The concept of being the greatest warrior, other than the brute before her, had always been her life goal. Nothing would have ever stopped her from achieving such a feat - until now. All of a sudden she felt like a little whimpering child, scared and hopeless; yet, she was full of happiness and hope. The contradicting mixed feelings were irritating, this was more than Nashira ever hoped to experience. Rhea had taught her pup enough to know that love was foolish, which had always caused Nashira to avoid others - especially males. But, did her mother's words apply to a potential father? Someone who could have been her own flesh and blood? Growing up, she had never really given too much thought to where or who her father was. It was a simple fact, her and her mother had each other. That was the way life had always been, the two of them lived as harmoniously as possible without the help of others. Well, the direct help anyway. Age had taught the femme that there were several opportunities for others to have killed her mother and herself, yet the warriors had saved them. It was a strange but welcoming feeling to know that Hadrian may have saved her life several times without her even knowing it. Instead, she sat and smiled at the deity she could never get close to. Everything was changing, her body felt stiff as she noticed Hadrian was about to respond to her. 'I don't know if I want to know,' she braced herself to hear some sort of negative news, ready for her heart to be split. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised with what he said. 'He really is my father?' Even her thoughts felt jumpy, as if her mind was stuttering out the words that her maw could not allow to escape. Instead of speaking actual words, the female opened her mouth and only a soft whimper managed to escape. 'Dreams can come true?' A sudden rush nearly made the femme faint, she hard hardly realized that she had been locking up all of her joints. The nerves had gotten the best of her, forcing her body to be as still and rigid as possible. Muddy orbs glanced towards Hadrian silently they inquired if he was being honest. For a moment the female felt as if tears would soon be swelling up. It took several moments before Nashira had regained enough composure to attempt to force words from her face again. "Father," the meaning of this word had hardly been known to her before this day. Certainly, she had inquired about her father several time or mentioned to others that she wished to find her father; yet, it had never crossed her lips in such a manner before. To call someone her father was a completely foreign subject, was she even allowed to call him such at her age? After all, she was a full grown wolf by now. No longer was she a whimpering whelp that desperately needed to be cared for by the elders. She could plenty care for herself, but now she felt that Hadrian counted even more. Her mind had always cared for him in a sort of idolized god way, but now he was related to her. They were relatives and extremely close ones. How did one go about building such a relationship? Once more her body shuddered out a hiccup, tossing the female's shoulders slightly. Her tail began wagging happily and the Mexican femme seemed not even to acknowledge that her body was expressing what her mind could not right now. Eyes glimmered with hope, a child's eyes who have seen heaven for the first time. She had always viewed mother as a goddess - now her true god had become father. It was an eerie but welcoming sensation to Nashira, one she was eager to welcome despite the nervousness it brought to her. "Do not be sorry, none of us knew. Perhaps I should have picked up on mother's hints," she averted her glance from Hadrian. All that mattered was that she was happy to have him now. Count | Eight hundred and one Muse | Meh, I feel like this could be better Tags | Hadrian Notes | Awwwww Daddy and Daughter time

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Father. That one little word sent a shiver down his spine, though not in a bad way. Nashira had called him father. In truth it was a foreign sensation. Never before had he held such a rank and, truthfully, by now he was beginning to think he never would. Mating seasons came and past but he'd never really found someone worth sharing his lonely heart with. And when he'd joined Amar, well, the pack had been lacking in females. Not that he minded really. Hadrian was no longer an heir. He was merely a Shaman, the doctor, and he had plenty to keep himself busy. He didn't need a mate or a family in order to be happy. Or perhaps he didn't deserve one? No one would want a murderer for a father (for that is the light he now saw himself in). Maybe his lack of a family was part of the penance he now paid for the life he used to lead.

Except he had a family now. He'd had a family for a very long time and didn't even know it. How blind had he been back then? How could he have let himself get so wrapped up in himself that he'd overlooked his own daughter? It was an act as unforgivable as every life he had taken. His daughter, his own daughter. Hadrian had many regrets in his life. Never had he thought he could feel so remorseful over something he hadn't know though. His own flesh and blood had grown up without him; there was no way to make up for all that lost time.

Before he had a chance to reply, to make it up to her, the alpha's call rang out, signaling a hunt. The mexican male wasn't sure if he should feel reproachful or relief. On one hand, his brain definitely needed a chance to recharge. On the other, to have such an intimate moment ruined was almost heartbreaking. There was so much he needed to discuss with his daughter, so much he needed to say, so much he needed to learn. But... heaving a sigh Hadrian forced himself forward and nuzzled the younger shewolf before turning his head in the direction of the call. "I'm afraid we're going to have to continue this conversation later. Come. You can meet the rest of the pack." Offering her another apologetic smile, he turned to lead the way towards where the others were gathering.