Nocturne Summit ikuallaaktuk ⩛

bittersweet that in moonspear's final hour they might find an ally in arcturus. his gaze swept to kukutux in disbelief, then hurt -- and finally, grim realization that this new reality settling in around his shoulders like snowfall could not be erased.

hydra. his jaw clenched. there were many things about his family he didn't love, but death he loved even less. no use in asking how when he himself had witnessed the flare of white that had seized the world, witnessed even the smoldering backside of what had once been moonspear's proud spine.

and of lyra? dirge? jarilo? nikai, alya? of hydra's children both past and present? a pulsing drumbeat drowned most of his thoughts. arcturus felt tears lance his eyes as smoke and ash mingled with it, burning. he exhaled roughly, iceshards pressed against his throat. "where are the others?" it was always him, wasn't it -- the one to pick up the pieces while his family destroyed everything -- only now, it was his family that laid in the rubble.