Hideaway Strath It’s not that serious.

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.