Rory's father had never been the perfect father figure. He was often away, he was often too busy to take care of his only son. Sometimes, even small mistakes like letting the food fall down by accident or munching the meat too loudly were valid reasons for him to yell. He was a rock, a mountain, too far and too high for a puppy to climb. However, there were times that the Anatolian mutt remembers brightly.
Memories that he keeps so secretly in his heart that he doesn't share them with any soul, not even with his mother. There were times, rare yet precious, when his mother would stay at work late, maybe for an emergency and Rory was left alone with his father. The puppy didn't know what to say, he usually felt comfortable with his mother, she was caring and kind. But then, the big Anatolian Sheperd would lay down and call his son.
"Cm'ere kid. Let me tell you something."
Rory was nervous at first. The first times he feared that his father found out that he did something wrong and that was a good excuse to yell again now that his mother was away. All his fears would soon be gone, since the purebreed Sheperd only wanted to share stories that his father and grandfather shared with him. Tales, events that happened long ago and, when the puppy was starting to get tired, he would made up everytime a new fairytale, probably based on real events that maybe he lived in his younger days.
Rory would fall asleep curled up on his father's chest, so soft and warm, so safe. Not even an earthquake or an army of Infected Dogs would make him shiver for fear during those moments. They were father and son's secret.
The night before the Anatolian Sheperd was infected, he was alone with his son again and called him, like all the other times. They laughed. They had a good time. The Heavy Scrapper didn't know why but he had a bad feeling. Even when his mate returned back, he didn't want to carry his sleeping son to where he used to sleep. He let him rest on his chest and he hugged him tightly before he left the next morning. He wished he could spend more time like that with Rory.
He wished to see his son grow up.
Oh, he had to teach him so many things. But he knew that puppy was strong. He knew that puppy would make him proud.
Even when his mind was so blurred and messed up because of the Infection, one memory was still clear, one memory was still fighting to not be erased.
And when his time came, even if he was now a mangy beast, he knew that son he had so much neglected would never disappoint him.
FUCK. I made myself cry ;n; now I feel bad that Rory's father had to die. Shame on me :C
But have a puppy Rory! C8 awww look at that cute little face!
NOW DIE OF CUTENESS!!