Duskfire Glacier dynasties and dystopia

he had been fortunate enough not to witness tzila taking her own life, as enzio had ...and decides that in the end that would've been much worse. at least wintersbane hadn't chosen to leave them. his fate had been cruelly decided by the higher power that wrote them ( aka torvi, kek ). arius looks to his brother now, unsure if he would want the pity that the young tundrian feels; wrestling between mourning and rekindled ire.

they each carried their own demons, now.

that'd be nice. arius says to lane's suggestion with words too thick with emotion. he gives a soft clear of his throat, decidedly not wanting to speak of this anymore. he wanted to focus on other things: his apprenticeship(s), getting to know the new faces of duskfire and those of their allies.

to meerkat, he offers her a small smile that does not entirely touch his eyes. i'm glad you returned safe.

i should patrol. it was the quickest excuse he could think of to take his leave without being ( entirely ) rude and after giving the women a dip of his head and a bump of his muzzle against ensio's shoulder, arius takes his leave towards the borders, eager to patrol out the melancholy that plagues him.

last post for arius & me. <3