Honeyed Pasture villain

Indeed to share blood with the same cowardish sire was a shame, but he could not reverse the bindings of fate, nor erase what had occured before his birth. The reaper watched Drakonis intently, clicking together the missing pieces to uncover the link - they were half-siblings, and with the mention of Aries' ivory mother, he connected that their shared relation was Dakarai. Unfortunate.

The revelation that his littermate had been the one to split the throat of the man was no real surprise, and his only ackowledgement was a brief nod of his partially crimson-stained chin. "Smart decision." To cut off the weakling's life, to ensure that he wouldn't taint the world with his petty mistakes, and couldn't hide what he'd already done any longer. 

Having gained all from the encounter that he desired, Aries tipped back his head and made note of the sky's colour before swiftly, abruptly, turning and sliding back into the cover of trees; ever unpredictable. Whether or not Drakonis chose to trail his scent back toward the Weald was up to him alone: for once, the Svartell would not have chased him off.

There was almost always more information to be scrounged.