#uriaș

So here's that.

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Uriaș sniffed the air as he crept through the tunnels. It's been far too long since his youngest last walked through his den, far too long since his only pup snuggled up to his prickly fur and slept soundly.

The Alpha Lycan huffed, dropping his hammer with a thunk. Master Miranda said she needed his pup, that his pup was ill and needed to see a hooman doctor.

He remembered his pup's terror, how his youngest screeched and begged for his Vati to not let Master Miranda take him.

But it was for the greater good- His pup wasn't moving around much, not like the rest of the pack. Not climbing around the walls and hunting down prey.

No, his pup just clung to his back. Murmuring to Uriaș and asking him words he couldn't understand.

The lycan swallowed, a low growl slipped from him, causing the nearby Lycans to scramble away.

His pup was sick. And according to Master Miranda, his pup needed a hooman Doctor.

He can be patient. He can wait for his pup to come back.

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Weeks passed. Weeks since the bitch of a Mother took him.

Karl couldn't help but sob as he stumbled across the rocky terrain. She took him from his Vati, took him from his family that she took and gave back in a warped and twisted form-

Another sob ripped from him as he stumbled, knees crashing into the snow and rocks digging into his skin.

His chest burned, the thing she put into him throbbing in his chest.

She took him from his Vati, telling him he needed this, that his Vati wasn't a suitable host, but he was. That he could handle the cadou better than his Vati.

Bloody tears dripped down his face, burning against his skin as it hit the snow. He.. He wanted his Vati.

He wanted his father. He missed listening to his Vater's booming laughs. He missed curling up to his Vater's side as he watched the older man work in his factory.

His hand leaped up to scrub at his face, brushing the bloody tears to the side as his whole body burned.

He had to keep moving, had to get back to his Vati's den.

While his Vati might not be himself anymore, he was still protective. Still comforting. Just because his booming laughs had changed into bone-shaking growls doesn't mean his Vati doesn't care for him.

Sniffling, Karl pushed to his feet again.

Vati always let him stay close. Letting him cuddle up against his rough spiky hair as he rumbled towards the other Lycans.

His shoeless feet dragged in the snow as he walked. When he woke up unbound, he didn't wait a moment before getting up, running from Miranda's lab. He didn't even grab his boots or jacket. He just fled.

Another sniffle left the wounded kid as he moved. The air was cold around him, but it barely did anything to the burning blood that leaked out of his cuts.

Step by step, he moved. Step by step, he cried.

But he didn't stop walking. When he stepped into a sharp bone, he didn't stop, even if he felt a searing pain rip into his flesh.

He didn't stop walking when he passed into the ancient ruins his Vati chose for his pack.

And he didn't stop walking when he saw the Lycan's his Vati ruled over.

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Uriaș growled as he ran through the ruins, his hammer long since forgotten back in the heart of his den.

His pack told him his pup was back, that his pup was injured and crying, that his pup smelled of the sour chemicals that covered Master Miranda.

His claws dug into the ground as he turned the corner, ripping up chunks of stone as he scrambled up the stairs.

His chest was heaving. He remembered Master Miranda saying she would keep his pup safe, so why- why would his pack say his puppy was here and was wounded?

He ran up the walls and crashed into the cold ruins of his pack's entrance.

A familiar scent entered his nose with a snarl, and he heard a weak, wet cry.

"V-Vati..?"

Uriaș' Head jerked towards the voice.

Standing in the middle of his guards, blood soaking his shirt and face, his pup stood.

His pup- oh god his puppy-

He didn't realize he was moving until his pup was in his arms until his pup was gripping his fur and sobbing into his chest.

His pup reeked of fear, of the sour, sour chemicals of Miranda, of the harsh metallic twang of blood.

He kept moving, turning and walking into his den with his pup firmly in his arms.

He could feel the blood seep through his weak pup's rags. He could feel his pup shake and sob about how Miranda dug into his pup's flesh to change him.

A deep growl slid from him as he cradled his pup.

He didn't know why he could suddenly understand his puppy, he didn't know why his puppy was hurt and scared.

But he knew Miranda said she would protect his sweet, sweet pup.

And she failed. She lied.

She hurt his pup.

Oh was he? I know that in the concept art that Heisenberg had like... A whole family, but I wasn't certain that translated into the two Uriașes.

I'm rather fond of the idea that Karl was at least partially raised by the lycans, but I personally don't think that I will hold onto the idea that Uriaș is his biological father. Because unless he's abusive like Miranda is, it's kinda a jerk-ass move for Heisenberg to send Ethan after dear old dad to murder him.

Also like... If Uriaș was good to him as his father, it does lessen how horrible Miranda's abuse of him was. Because part of what makes Heisenberg just...A horrifically tragic character is how he has no one. He could absolutely love his siblings. But since they're loyal to Miranda, he is entirely unable to trust him. He isolates himself and he's only ever had himself to rely on, so him reaching out to Ethan was the act of a desperate man trying to do anything that he can to escape his abuser (though he would never admit it). And then having all that trust that he was was willing to extend being thrown back in his face... Ethan was the only person he ever could have trusted, really, being an outsider not under Miranda's sphere of influence... And that's incredibly sad. So for there to have actually been someone in his life that would care for him and help him lick his wounds when he was hurt... It actually makes Heisenberg's story a little worse...? In my mind, if Uriaș is Heisenberg's biological father, it's really a lose-lose. Either Heisenberg decided to get his father killed as a laugh, or Heisenberg has another abuser in his life. I'd prefer neither and rather have it be that Uriaș was just someone he knew, who helped raise him, and while he may not have been exceptionally cruel to Karl, that Karl couldn't trust him because he was loyal to Miranda. Alternatively, any kind of abuse that Uriaș did to Karl was primarily an extension of Miranda's abuse. I personally just don't think that Karl is exceptionally cruel nor does he need any more abuse in his life.

Though I can still absolutely see Uriaș having taught Heisenberg how to wield his giant fuck-off hammer! I'm alright with Uriaș having helped to raise Karl a bit. I just don't really see him as being Karl's actual father.

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U is for Uriaș.