I know its been forever but.. i've been having some issues, and im kinda working around a depression at the moment. Updates might take me a while guys, but I'll try, promise.
Pitch smiled triumphantly as he held two children wrapped in a blanket, and looked down at a very tired Winter Prince clutching his staff.
"Give... me... my babies." Jack managed to breathe, his eyes having bags underneath them as he glared at the man.
"Shh, don't worry dear Jack, I wont hurt them." Pitch cooed softly and tucked the two crying children in next to their mother. "Not when they mean so much to you." For once, the nightmare king was telling the truth, and he watched with glowing amber eyes as the boy slowly drifted to sleep, the two children following his lead.
Both born boys, one looked just like a human version of the buck, with gray hair and long gray ears, tan skin, and more pronounced boyish' features, despite being young. The other, though, was more like the doe. It's white fur covering the tiny body, paws reaching out even in sleep for warmth.
"Pitch get tha hell away from ma Mate!" A familiar Australian accent called, and shattered the silence. The spirit looked to find the children and their mother fast asleep still, and quickly walked back outside, seeing one angry Pooka holding his boomerangs threateningly.
Pitch black simply smiled, showing his pointed teeth "Well, well, well, it's about time you gave a damn about him. He's been lying in fear for weeks, each day you leaving him more and more alone. Not much of a mate, are you?"
The spring green eyes before him seemed to drift off for a moment, and Pitch reveled in the slightly dampened spirit of the Pooka. "You don't know nothin' bout my Jackie!"
"Oh but I do." the nightmare king grinned menacingly and appeared behind the shorter. "I know that for days he's been crying, terrified that you wouldn't return. He Constantly was afraid it was because he was getting larger and larger each day, and every day you stayed away. He called for you in his dreams and nightmares, and you never answered." Pitch circled the Pooka, becoming more and more disgusted as each second passed.
Bunny stood there, taking in each word, his shoulders becoming more rigid with each word until he let out an enraged cry, swinging blindly at the nightmare king. His rage only intensified when Pitch dodged every attack with ease, a smirk plastered on his gray face.
Soon, though, he grew bored of the Pooka's advances, and then struck once with full force, hitting the Aussie in the face, sending him flying. "Jack is no longer yours, and neither are those children lying in his arms." He walked up to the Pooka, a sick smile on his face. With one hand he lifted the rabbit into the air, and glared at him with the full force of his amber eyes. "If I were you, I would go and claim him." He sneered, and then tossed the Aussie as had as he could over the large snow hill, watching as he tumbled lifelessly to the bottom.
Calmly Pitch walked into the igloo made by the winter spirit, and looked at him. His golden eyes traveled to the bundles in his arms, and he smiled. If living with those whelps meant living with Jack, then he would do just that. Gathering the group into his arms, he opened a shadow and walked inside, ready to take his Prince home.
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Jack, gotta see ma Jackie. Where is he? Hurt, alone, Jackie, kits. Jack has ma kits. Our kits. Gotta find Jack, Jack, Ma Jackie.
Bunny groaned as he woke slowly, feeling cold all over. When he had enough energy to open his spring green eyes, he noticed two things. One, he was almost a living popsicle, and two, Jack was gone. His scent was old, and the bond growing weak.
Letting out pained grunts as he slowly rose his hind legs, the Aussie could feel where his fur had clumped, and where he was frostbitten. The term made him audibly whimper. Pitch had his frostbite locked away somewhere, and now, Jack was starting to doubt him.
Aster couldn't blame the boy. He covered his muzzle with his paws and closed his eyes, remembering how terrible he had been to his mate. All that time alone and scared, and he had left him. The Aussie was surprised that Jack still held some of the bond close, though he probably had the kits to thank for that.
Spring green eyes went wide, and he looked up at the man in the moon, calling out loud "Please tell me they're alright!" He cried, and then fell to his knees. "Please, I didn't mean it. I love 'im." Aster wrapped his arms around himself, and looked down at the snow beneath him. Snow, his Jackie loved snow.
The Aussie didn't know how long he kneeled there, or how long he stood there, but after however long, he began to wander. Even as a blizzard broke out, and he could barely move, he continued to walk.
Eventually, the Pooka collapsed, and closed his eyes. "Jackie..." He breathed, and looked up once again at the man in the moon. This time, he saw Jack's face. A small smile crossed hi furry lips, and he said quietly to the pink haired boy before him "I love you Jack." and then darkness shrouded his vision.
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Jack awoke somewhere warm. His eyes remained closed, and he sighed, thinking he was in the Warren. Slowly, when he blinked crystal blue eyes open, he saw he was in fact, not in the Warren anymore. He was laying on a bed covered in dark sheets, and next to the bed in a black crib, laid his two children.
The winter spirit jolted up in bed, and cried out in pain. Laying back down, he sent a worried glance to the crib.
"Calm yourself, your children are fine." a familiar voice cooed. "I kept my word, and will continue to keep it." crystal eyes met amber, and Jack was surprised to find the man sitting across the room.
"Pitch... why did you... where..." Jack had difficulty coming up with the right question to ask, completely bewildered.
"Jack, surely you must have noticed." Pitch rose with a smile, and walked over to the boys bed "I don't wish to harm you, I wish to keep you." His hand rested gently on the boys cheek.