Moonspear “take my pride, take my life, take my body”

yet another trespasser in their midst. arcturus sighed, noticing this one was as young as the boy a week before. hydra’s admonishment rung coldly in his ears as he made towards orochi at an aggressive clip.

yama in all her puffy cottonball glory was first to intercept the boy, followed by the fierce and streaking form of lyra. settling by both his sisters arcturus fixed orochi a cold stare, resenting the boy for putting him in the position of being forced to harm a child.

it was then he scented Nightwalkers — and something else, elusive yet familiar .. what do you speak of, boy? arcturus growled, his gaze cutting as he briefly looked to lyra as if to say ‘don’t kill him yet, please’.