Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

♡♡ AW - set for 4/3

the distance between firebirds and moonspear was short, but to arcturus, his exodus seemed interminable.

all of his life was on a crash-course to inexorable change. it seemed there was only one path -- the impetus that guided the stormcloud like a streaking comet to the spear could not be altered, could not be swayed.

it seemed his limbs were weighed down heavier with each passing step -- until at last, the ostrega paused at the spear's borders and took in the stony fortress in solemn silence.

breathe.

hydra's leering face parted from the gloom of his minds' eye. the kinslayer, the tyrant that would never release control over his life until she was deposed or driven out.

in arcturus' mind there were only two options: fight and rid the spear of the black rot that set within it, or live forever in exile.

he could not see his parent's legacy abandoned. taking a breath to steady the adrenaline that sent his nerves singing, arcturus slipped to the rendezvous. here he loosened a howl that cut above the jagged peaks in challenge.

two weeks before, revui had come for arcturus.

and now, arcturus came for @Hydra.