CYNIX
day met night
It was unnerving, horrifying, and Cynix felt nerves light up through his body as his hooves lifted and lowered. It was just a tapping on the rock below him, but it sounded like thunder in his ears, and his wings clamped down against his head in worry. His father was soaked in blood, and his mother was injured, and for all accounts to anyone walking in to the scene, it looked like Tor had been the one to injure her. The thought came, and it was brushed aside just as quickly as his ears snapped back. No, no. If he had done it, well, why would he want help for her, for one thing? For another, his father cared about his mother, in his own way, it was impossible that he could have actually harmed her like this.
Shaking his head as he watched his mother's attempt to stand, Cyn nudged at his twin, a butt of his head to a shoulder, before he was moving quickly to their mother's side. His weight pushed in against Araxes' side as she struggled, and he let her use him as a point to gather strength from. To lean against and find a way to stand properly.
"Will she be alright?" His question was aimed at his father, his worried eyes coming up to focus on Tor, emotions dancing behind irises and worry etching itself on his face. If his father was willing to risk going to Denocte, well... either way, it didn't seem good, and he could only feel the sick and heavy feeling in his belly, weighing down on his shoulders and drenching him in cold.
Shaking his head as he watched his mother's attempt to stand, Cyn nudged at his twin, a butt of his head to a shoulder, before he was moving quickly to their mother's side. His weight pushed in against Araxes' side as she struggled, and he let her use him as a point to gather strength from. To lean against and find a way to stand properly.
"Will she be alright?" His question was aimed at his father, his worried eyes coming up to focus on Tor, emotions dancing behind irises and worry etching itself on his face. If his father was willing to risk going to Denocte, well... either way, it didn't seem good, and he could only feel the sick and heavy feeling in his belly, weighing down on his shoulders and drenching him in cold.
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