Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

arcturus did not find such humor in the situation; a threadbare smile briefly showed along his muzzle in response. like a winter sunset, it quickly faded -- replaced by a starless scowl.

they walked under the shadow of the mountain with a red mark on their back. no matter how many miles they traversed, this would always be so -- until the mountain or his sister were toppled. giving thought to this twist of reality caused arcturus' gut to twist in on itself: he wanted neither destruction nor ruination for his once-family.

his ears pricked to learn wraen had encountered a brother. at first he thought revui, or jarilo -- but neither were of black fur, and he had said goodbye to the latter. the former... arcturus' teeth set on edge.

"did you catch his name...?" arcturus wondered if it were a nephew; there was antares and atlas to think about. his conscience was not entirely without guilt any time he recalled his circumstances for leaving, and how many he had left behind.