Redtail Rise ms. found in a bottle

Try as he might to temper a raging storm, he could feel the bloom of a headache from it all.

Had he been too soft? Too welcoming? Too desperate for bodies to provide for future ones?

While Avicus paced, he set his sights on the horizon with a hard glare. Ratio cutting into view and even now he found himself unable to soften any. Especially with the man's direct words.

What did you speak of? What do you mean unstable?

He remained unwavering, stiff and drenched in a chained anger.

Typhon. Unstable.

He struggled to connect the two.