Bramblepoint so i made brothers of a different kind instead

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down past the brambles arcturus went, where snow stretched in thin ribbons between blades of the spear’s spine. even here the evidence of disaster transpired; a row of trees collapsed in among one another, their boughs turned inward by a newly split scar in the earth. 


arcturus found no trace of vela here, and a semblance of disappointment sparked in his heart. he glanced to the stony spires of his home — a place that for so long, he had regarded as safe..

 now the spear simply stared back, a grim bastion of glacier-times, and as dangerous as the jagged teeth of the hellmouth.