Qeya River tukisiviit ⩅

He sunk down to his haunches, seemingly sapped of all his energy at once. The burn in his muscles reduced to a dull throb. He liked it. That meant his body was doing it's job. Getting stronger. His head followed suit to lower dejectedly between his shoulders. A lump formed in his throat. 

For what felt like a long time, he could not form the words. They would be too painful to utter, he feared. But a great part of him implored his tongue to move. Told him that getting this out, on some level, however great or small, would help. Would relieve some of the stinging pressure on his heart, if only by a fraction.

"My...father and mother both. Wintersbane and Tzila Duskfire." He clenched his jaw, hard. A pained expression, cutting so deep. "My brother...Arius. He is all I have now."