Hideaway Strath It’s not that serious.
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Ooc — Sɪᴛʜ’ᴀʀɪ
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Wasn’t much he could do than to stay away. His crazy ass Family- he loved them, and heard what they said, but he needed his distance. Needed his space away from their pompous attitudes, and damn sure away from them just handing him Alpha rank once he grew up. Most of all, the talk of  ‘ to be one with the Ancients, you’ve gotta sleep with your sister and spawn’ wasn’t cutting it for him. Something else called to him, and he secreted his silent sister free from their shackles, and hauled ass out of there in the dead of night. Because he thought hard, you know? Thought about he and his sister’s future, finding a spot where they could hole up and just support each other. @Hum wasn’t an idiot- in fact, she had some uncanny ability to just listen to you and tell you how you’d get killed, and it managed to happen, one way or another, within a matter of moons. Now while he knew his sister had her assassin job on the side, he prayed he wouldn’t need to indulge the darker sides of his own upbringing-

as they weasled between the abundance of packs that inhabited these section of woods, he wasn’t looking for no trouble. It’s how it always was. 
He was tired of killing others. And he was tired of trying to keep his sister clean, too.

And I took red pills...
                             
...to take the blues away...
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The voices were clamorous, with their fruitless whispers and pleas, their haunting howls and cries of torment - it was this that held her tongue against the roof of her mouth, a single orb of crimson twitching as it traced her brother's movements. Crooked shadows leapt in the dead of the night, those demon's unworthy gremlins - though she trailed her kin with ease - the witching hour, no doubt; it was not simply a time, it was her time. She knew this with instinctual certainty, for this was the time in which the spirits veered closer to her own, knocking against her soul in feeble attempt to grasp the living before death did hale them down into eternal tenebrosity. This is why they squalled to her, tonight.

Pity they would fail to witness the thrums of her voice. She had no business with the dead in this moment.

She watched the moon shiver in luminiferous glory, but turned before the demons could slither back into the cracks of that frigid embrace. Priest. Where he chose to pilot them, she knew not, but it mattered little amongst the depths of her thoughts - she only prayed he kept them away from the insolence of mortals, with their fathomless requests, selfish demands, their endless incompetence. Hum had no desire to serve, not unless the rewards slotted into her own ideals.

But where he should wander, she will follow. Even the moon told her this.
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It was a shame how his siblings would just throw away everything that was being given to them so willingly. He wanted it, he wanted everything they had, the level of worshp they were getting just by existing, and they just rejected it. And now they were out there somewhere disregarding everything they'd been brought up to become and, him, being the kind of wolf he was, simply couldn't take it.

He had tried, in fact, to claim the spoils of what his brother left behind. He tried to claim his sister for himself, pleading to the elders that he would make an even better fit than his treasonous bastard of a brother, but they, too, rejected him, and not even his sister had backed him up. He had never quite understood Hum, to be honest. She was strange, living way too far out in the cosmos for him to get it, but he guessed that was what her gifts would make her. Unlike mortals, his family could tap into unknown energies and strange realms, and Hum was just too good at it. And Priest, he was just an asshole, all his life he had been, and Vehem didn't care what anybody said about him.

But he followed them. He couldn't really say what it was that had moved him to go after them either. Perhaps the shame of being rejected had left him no other option, or maybe the rage he felt towards his brother had sparked som unconscious desire to take revenge, or maybe even love, for his sister, for Priest. He didn't know. And neither did he know how to describe what he felt the moment he finally caught up with them, worlds away from their celestial craddle. He walked up to their shaded figures, pretending to have always been part of the convoy and stared at them, just the way they were staring at each other. How much further? he asked after a moment, always the one to speak up among the three of them. It got old, feeling that burden. Being the odd one out, being the extra, the accessory.

He was made for so much more.
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Priest was well-aware of his brother’s dislike for not only joining their escape, but agreeing not to snitch on their endeavor. It was blood that kept Priest bound to Vehem, and he didn’t want he and his siblings to grow apart, regardless of their dislikes. He loved them and that was what mattered. And he would keep trying for them. Not for the weird cult shit they had come from. But even that was in their blood- he couldn’t exactly cut out his heart. 

And that was what was going to worry him for as long as he felt Vehem’s blooden gaze on his nape. 

Dunno, man; I’m looking for something quiet that ain’t got somebody else’s piss on it.”


And I took red pills...
                             
...to take the blues away...
ωєℓ¢σмє тσ му ¢αgє, ℓιттℓє ℓσνєя
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Unremitting cacophonies of noise swarmed about her skull as a hive of angry wasps, sibilating in their restless moans - but even with this throbbing in her head, the Poltergeist did not cease her watching stare. She was cognizant of every whisper of skeletal trees, every shudder of leaf-corpses, and, amongst it all, she was conscious of a second sibling, who weaved his way through the shadows to place himself at the celestial's sides; Vehem. It was her blackened, arachnid eye that trailed his shadow-steps, that pit of unforgiving, seething ebony. Hum regarded this accompliance with only a dusting of her unearthly vision, but she did not cast him away into the depths of this foreign world; he had chosen to crawl alongside them, a spider of their web...

...but there were more predominant matters at play. Her surveillance was required elsewhere.

There was an ephemeral moment of heavy silence after the brothers slipped free words to the wind, where the summoner's infernal gaze arched over the untamed wilds - absorbing every detail she could serve into her mind's stomach; but then, it was her own lips which chose to part. "We must hurry." Her voice was that of silk, low, steeped in sybilline smoke. Ethereal. The keening grew to stentorian tongues, thunderous screeching of terror and fury. "They are restless." In other words: she was tired. Her brain was worn from the ceaseless noise - she cared little whether her brothers were perturbed by their own coffins of silence.
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Perhaps a fresh start sounded cool in Priest's narrow mind, but Vehem knew the value of the legacy he was rejecting to take over. He looked at his brother with a scornful eye, disgusted by his demeanor and enraged by his dumb decisions. HE should me making those decisions, HE should have been offered Hum to be his consort, not the sorry excuse for an eternal that Priest was.

But for now Vehem knew better than to question him. Priest was bigger than him, better in combat too, and there was no way he could ever take him down. For now he had to lay low, be compliant and follow his siblings, but one day...

Lead on, then... said the viper vehemently. He just wanted to finally start doing something worthwhile, and aimless wandering certainly wasn't.
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Nothing more or less could have been passed between the trio of siblings other than his siblings breathing in unison with his own. They had in fact traveled for days- what more could they do now? Irrevocably he found them a spot beneath a peaked cliff, a small indent within a side of crevice within the basin that would serve them as raindfall shelter and a useful hang of shade. It of course could fit them all, but rather than force a beating into a dead set of wolves, he would find something out for himself and them. Water sources, prey locations, surrounding territories- all of it. He’d look for them so they wouldn’t need to strain so much. 

You guys can rest- I’m gonna look around a bit and see if there’s anything worth knowing about this place.” 

One of these days, he mused as he left his siblings beneath the overhang, he would walk himself into oblivion, and never be heard from, again.
And I took red pills...
                             
...to take the blues away...