Redtail Rise ms. found in a bottle

If the call had not been welcomed to Avicus' ears, them it sharply pierced the very soul of Prophet.

He was an undesirable disaster upon the call. Dismissing anything in his path with a hard stare and bullheaded snort. He moved on a mission, prickled into a disastrous sight.

Except Avicus called.

And his blood boiled further. Not enraged with her or her summoning — she had every right for it — but simply enraged with the entire circumstance. To be given the title of brother in the admission of betrayal!

He stormed in a flurry to her side. The frustration of it all rolled off of him in heavy waves.

He calls me brother but — He bit his tongue, head jutted to turn out in a sidelong look over the rise. If he had proper hands he might have waved one to wipe away every notion of the possibility of brotherhood between the men now.

Do you know why?

His gaze softens, ever so slightly, as he looks at her. The curves of her hips. It would do nobody any good to be so stressed in her presence, would it?