Moonspear long in tooth and soul

aw dirgle U ARE A KING NOT A RAT.. but if u were you'd be this cutie

arcturus sensed the words he had used to be reassuring were anything but. he let the silence that came between them go; he knew dirge's relationship with charon had been rocky -- and nothing would change the past.

and now, there would never be a future for either of them, for charon was long in the ground and would never rise again.

the conversation of charon and what would have been took a turn, and arcturus did not mourn the quiet that had been chased away by dirge's words. he could see and understand dirge's vantage -- and took pleasure in going into the wilderness himself.

that part of him could never be erased or hidden: arcturus supposed he would make a poor dirge for his hydra someday, if it ever came to that. dirge's words inspired him - they had a melancholy poetry to them -- and he took them to heart with a sigh leveled into the air. "you are." he agreed, though his voice was quiet. "but your kingdom is very small. there are tradeoffs for everything, i suppose."