father Hornet

[Exis]

Blackhaze was just... tired... He'd caught a glimpse of his son, then he hadn't been able to talk to him. illicit seems to have vanished, now he was alone again. The mafia was gone, so what should he do with his time? Everything was gone. He sat atop the cave that used to be the meeting place for the mafia and stared out into the darkness. There was nothing.

@Romulus

[teddy.]

Sulking doesn't get you very far in life, you know."

Hornetstings voice was like a crack of lightning through the eerie silence of the dead landscape. No birds to sing, no frogs to croak, no breeze to make the tree flutter their leaves. But the trees round here were dead; decaying; destroyed. They all seemed to watch you with haunted eyes, dead expressions. Bleh... Hornetsting much preferred the burnt moors of this disgusting place.

He climbed up the crumbling Stoney path and into the cave, a warm feeling daring to touch his cold heart as he laid his eyes upon the young apprentice he had trained so long again. "Well, not life, but there are still ambitions to be had in death,"

[Exis]

Blackhaze turned around and felt a bit of a spark in his eyes ignite. "Hornetsting! Hey! How've you been?' he stood up to greet him, not sure exactly how though. Did he butt heads? Did he nod? What was the proper course of action here?

He could only hrrmph at that, "I tried but... it all fell apart in the end." his voice was weary as if he'd been fighting a losing battle. It was sad, he'd wanted to do something at least but... he couldn't, not really...
@Romulus

[teddy.]

Hornetsting was not an affectionate cat, a growl gurgling up from the bottom of his throat. He simply gave him a small curt nod, the large cat sitting down. His long tail slashed aggressively behind him, side to side.

"I didn't mentor a quitter, Blackhaze. If the world smacks you down, you get back up and you fight until you arent breathing anymore," his words were deep, dark, lingering with spite, "and you have no breaths left to breathe."

@Exis