After that night where the liger and the kitten had that fight, the one that lead the two soul mates to part ways a lot of things have changed.
His life, once back empty and without purpose has returned to be chaotic, going back to do what he has grown up doing: street fights to earn money, not worrying about people and not worrying about what people could say if the little pan was being raised by a thug.
The first month was the most tough he has ever experienced though, afflicted by pain, struggling to keep up the strong facade, telling himself he was fine was not enough and every morning the first thing he was seeing in the mirror was the face of the man that hurt his pan, that little girl that he took under his wing 15 years ago, he who had to protect her of all people.
The right hand slowly yet firmly moved over his beard razor, taking the blade and slowly craving it into the skin and fur, blinding his own left eye, not bearing to see himself further more.
The wound took not too long to close being a clean cut even if deep enough to carry permanent damage even if the pain was still not enough to focus on his eye instead of the crushing sensation he had in his heart.
He had grown weak, his fangs got dulled and so he returned to the streets once the wound has healed.

Months later, in that same arena where the little Pandora has met him 16 years ago he had won another brawl, earning today too the money he needed to eat. He walks outside the ring, surpassing people and there he finds a grown up Pandora, after a whole year, feeding and being followed by little cats, the same thing that was happening back in the days when she was living at his place yet he told her that she couldn't keep the kittens inside.
The giant feline looks first at that person that he once used to know and then later at a cat cub with orange fur and red stripes with his tail broken. He lowers that hand with still the bandages covered in 'enemy' blood and the little kitty just stepped in, curious to know this person, as if its owner has spoken about him to the kittens, acting as bridge between the two lost souls.


Art by  spearfrost

[fun trivia: the cat is one of my three cats named Ares, he too is still a puppy, only 4 months and we saved him from death back in the days. He is our baby ^^]