Moonspear keep this fire burning brighter

arcturus' burden was heavy, and his path unclear. doom was sure to befall him, be at the hand of revui's hellish indignation, or the betrayal of his older sibling. as he struggled he watched in a shade of despair to see lyra angle her way across his path, and wholly block his path. thus, arcturus was delivered to ruin -- at the very hands of his supposed kin.

rude.

he couldn't slow very gracefully, so he just ended up crashing into lyra as his brother sprung right over them in the most bewildering of maneuvers. arcturus oof'd loudly into lyra's pelt, the bone clattering at his feet.

in the mess of tangled limbs and slight disorientation, it took arcturus a fair amount of time to compose himself; plenty of time, in fact, for a dogged silver bullet of a brother (or the betrayer of a sister) to take off with their trinket if he (or she) so pleased.