How long has it been? Farkas could not remember, but he had heard word that his son had wished to speak to him. Trekking from the mansion all the way to the destination, he wore a large fur coat, one that wrapped around him and fell down to the floor, concealing most of his body. Only his head poked out of the top, and he could feel the ends of the fur tips scratching his neck. The clothes that he wore were dark, and he looked black as the night itself, something about his appearance seemed darker than usual because of the color of the coat. It made his hair almost seem a lot darker, although it was typically lighter. He usually wore clothing such as this whenever he ventured outside of the mansion, which was rare. He would sometimes go to the city in search of new servants, or occasions such as this one. He rarely saw his son Felix, as not many knew about his whereabouts otherwise. Farkas hardly knew what Felix did for a living, nor did the man seem to care. He abandoned his family life long ago, wishing to live in the mansion by himself. Although, he did not ignore him completely, letting him stay at the place when needed.

He approached his son, stepping down the steep ledge of rocks that led down to the flat surface. He heard Felix saying that he knew where he was as Farkas approached from the distance, not yet reaching the spot. Although, Farkas' face did not seem to match the amusement that he expressed. Instead, his eyes looked grave at the boy, his face solemn.

"Son..." he said, stopping close enough but still standing a few feet away. He wondered why he had called him here. Was there something he wanted? Was it money... again? Or perhaps there was something he wished to say to his father, but Farkas didn't know what it was.

After his son spoke it was then Farkas smiled. He then moved forward toward Felix, and then stopped closer, spreading his arms out as if he were to give a hug, but he soon dropped them. It was not his purpose, but he was interested in what Felix had to say. "You have come to visit me? How kind of you," he said. He didn't believe him all that quite, for usually the boy had come for some sort of purpose other than to see how his father was doing.

"No. I am doing very fine, and how are you doing yourself?" he then asked. The icy cold air blew against his skin, and he tugged the cloak around himself to keep warm. He didn't know what his son and his brother were up to, but the man didn't care very much. He was busy, and the werewolf had many things to attend to while they were off doing whatever. Though, it was nice to see Felix again, although the man probably could not convince that to himself.

"Would you like to continue speaking at the mansion? The servants shall be ready and waiting," he offered, gesturing behind him toward the direction of where the mansion was. He would much prefer to converse there than out here in the wilderness, especially if the boy planned to stay and talk for a while. The servants would do anything he asked, and knew very well to take care of his son or meet the consequences. Though, the number of servants was now dwindling. He had to venture to the city soon to replace the ones that were lost.

(Sorry it's kind of short. This one had many rewrites!)

"Nonsense," he replied, although it probably sounded just as sarcastic as before. "I am glad to see you, my son." He then turned around, not saying more as he head back to the mansion, leading the way. It was a somewhat long trek from where they were to the large place, the stone ground turning into piles of ice before he could hear the sound of his footsteps crunching deep within the snow. Approaching the mansion he could see the few servants from the windows dashing about. Probably most of them seemed surprised as Farkas usually never walked back with someone. Well, someone that wasn't a potential future servant that was. Or maybe they recognized that it was his son, though, Farkas assumed that he looked slightly different. Most of the servants were also fairly new so maybe they didn't. When he arrived at the front doors, the servants were eager and attentive, probably scared half to death as they attended to them. The large doors were opened for them by a man, and closed behind them as he could feel the warmth returning to his bones. The werewolf listened to his son speak as he stood still, the servants undressing the large heavy coat off his shoulders, taking off the heavy load. Well, decent. Farkas could not pinpoint what Felix was trying to say, but he could very well guess that something was up, although he didn't know what. Perhaps he wanted pity from his father so that he could live there for the rest of his life or so that Farkas can come out and live in society. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, the man thought.

Farkas then walked down the large corridor, hoping that Felix would follow once more. "No," he answered, although his tone sounded rather like a sigh. "I have the servants, and look, I have you my son, in spirit." He then smiled, stopping before a large portrait that he had retrieved. It was of the whole family. His wife. His two boys when they were young. The way his eyes gazed upon the canvas, looked rather reminiscing. But he soon stopped and began to walk once more. "I do not get bored often, there is something always exciting going on here," he said, hearing one of the sounds of the torture chambers in the distance. A recent girl he captured was proving to be... rebellious. A pain in his neck, but he could not just let her go. He hoped the torturer did a good job with her, maybe she would get into shape in no time. "Like look at you!" he then said playfully, reaching out to ruffle his son's hair roughly. "Coming to visit me!" The man then would let go, a smile still lingering from his laugher. Indeed, at least it wasn't boring as much when Felix was around. Though, otherwise it had been recently.

"Does your life bore you?" he then returned the question, perhaps genuinely interested for once. "You must lead an exciting life, considering your concern for me."

Farkas continued walking down the hall, placing his hands behind his back as he did so, appearing to move ever so gracefully. Truly, the one that his son spoke of, Farkas thought was more of a wild beast than a person. It was displeasing to the man. She had been quite the headache to deal with since she had been brought here. He hoped that her torture would prove to be effective, as she was proving to be more of a nuisance. Although he could just kill her, he did not wish to do so. He had already killed the servant that had brought this creature here. Farkas knew that they had done so most likely just in order to displease him. Her appearance was less than satisfactory. To him, it looked like she was a freak brought from the circus. Well, that was what he had heard from the other servants. That servant had met their end. But, even as she was placed in her cell, she had escaped. Hopefully the torture would make her more complaint, however if it did not work he would eventually dispose of her.

His head peered over his shoulder to look back at his son. “Do you wish to torture her?” he asked in jest. He then shook his head. “Surely it would be as displeasing to you as it would I. Come along now, there is a more well-suited place for us to discuss.” A sound of a whiplash from the torture chamber echoed throughout the corridor. Farkas continued to walk down the long hall, which seemed to stretch on as the many rooms and doors passed. “Indeed,” he said, his footsteps echoing through the hall. “This mansion has it all. From the finest riches to the most subservient of servants.” The mansion did have many fine treasures indeed, however the women that were brought here never lasted. Either they did not return his affections or if they did, they eventually died. He was lonesome, and perhaps this was why he was fortunate to be in the company of his son, although he would never admit it to himself. He thought no more of the subject, and eventually he turned abruptly, going down a short hallway. Two larger doors stood at its end, and pushing with two hands, Farkas opened them, revealing an enormous room. It was the ballroom, the exquisite carpet stretching across the wide space along with magnificent chandeliers handing from the ceiling. "A nice place isn't it? Although it has been awhile since I last used it," he said, looking up and around the tall windows that let the light filter through. They were alone now, no servants or anyone else could intervene in their conversation. There were some tables and chairs by the entryway, a single glass of wine sitting on top of one of them. Farkas took the glass with one hand, swishing around the crimson liquid.

“What was it you said you did again?” he asked, and then took a sip of his drink. “Forgive me, your father is old and he forgets.” He took another gulp. “I know the last time you visited you said you were a… a…” he couldn’t quite finish the sentence. But he knew that something had to be off, that Felix would not come here just to visit him. "But what you do must be quite interesting I'm sure." He then placed the glass down back onto the table, turning to his son once more.

He crossed his arms, gazing upon him seriously. "Now, tell me. What is the reason why you are here again?" he demanded.