"Well, my father was a high skilled medical doctor and my mother was a teacher. My father became a business man after the war and he managed his own company in which he would produce his own tonics and other medical aids and sell them to the public via drug stores." Vladimir replied as he adjusted the head piece so the eye covers shielded Nightwing's eyes entirely, then walked over to get the reigns and hooked them on.

"I see. That's really cool. I thought they couldn't be in the sun though. Did they have issues with that? I mean.. I would think you all would."

"Well, back then it wasn't necessarily that big of a deal to teach from your home. My dad owned the company, but he didn't necessarily have to go to the building itself and found ways around having to make public appearances. People just assumed they liked to stay at home." Vladimir replied.

(Going to bed. Ttyt ^^)

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Daemon nodded and smiled just a bit. "That seems like something that people could accept. They were probably really successful. I mean, that seems like something to do. They won't have been found out and they won't have to leave the house. The sun won't hurt them." He beamed at Vladimir. "That's realy good. Is it safe to say they were successful people and good parents?"

Vladimir took a hold of the bridle and he led Nightwing out of his stall and over to the next one where the carriage was and he hooked Nightwing to it as he spoke. "My parents were very successful for many years. My mother was a gentle mother, very kind, and she never rose her voice. My father was wise and he was strict, but it seemed that was the way to be back then. They were both very loving to me and to each other."

Daemon followed Vladimir around as he got Nightwing to the carriage. He smiled fondly. "That much have been very nice. Your parents really loved you for as long as they were alive. What's it like to have them around a lot? I mean, not to sound like an idiot, but my parents were around very often, so i wouldn't know."

"Having my parents around...I never had a care in the world. I knew I was safe, I knew I was loved..." Vladimir trailed off and Nightwing nudged into Vladimir's chest. He gently stroked the side of the stallion's face. "Until our castle was attacked, I didn't think there was anyone out there with a heart cold enough to take a child's parents away. My father would never let me play outside or with the other children and I never understood why."

Daemon's smile faded and he felt like he actually hit a bad nerve with his question. He walked up to Vladimir and placed his hand on the man's arm. "Well, they were protecting you, which is good. I just... I feel bad that they attacked you like that. I mean, taking a child's parents." Daemon looked at the ground.

Vladimir looked at him and raised a hand to gently run his fingers through Daemon's hair. "You're right. I did not understand until that night. I understood even more when hunters began to scout my castle after my parents death...my staff sacrificed themselves for me...one by one...until I was the only one left." He smiled slightly. "And now I have you..."