Haunted Wood ain't no mercy in my smiling, only fangs

had. the word echoed dully in arcturus' mind. he thought of the worst instantly, revui's blood spilled -- and all because his brother had selfishly written him off.. guilt flooded with latent fury, but arcturus kept his form still. it would do no good to be rash, not on someone else's borders.

he looked to hydra, admiring her poise. his own tongue felt leaden, and his eyes blazed in reddish outrage. how he wished to wring the male's neck for what he assumed the beast had done -- still, arcturus did not move, yet his blood pounded fiercely in his rapidly beating heart.