over the moaning bones
of those who quit and chose to remain
of those who quit and chose to remain
Most mornings have been full of peace during his stay in the quaint Court of Dawn, but this is not one of those day.
His first inkling that something is wrong comes when he spots the gilded form of his brother racing across the prairie after a gryphon he easily recognizes as Eulalie’s, that beast which had watched him like a statue any time he came close to Regis’ ill form. Perplexed he looks on from his place in the gardens, and before he completely realizes it, his feet are moving beneath him and carrying him after the unusual pair, for Atreus is nothing if not a helplessly nosy soul.
Coagulated blood stings his nose when he gets near enough, piquing his interest to new heights as he slinks like a leopard through the partially mangled forest. Up ahead he can pick out a handful of cacophonous voices, among them Eulalie and Somnus and the others foreign and grating on his ears. Drawing nearer, it’s impossible to miss the scattered, decimated remains of two unfortunate souls who hadn’t been quick enough to escape the cold, unforgiving hand of death.
“Oh, dear,” the words roll off of his tongue as he moved right up beside Somnus, bearing a frown as marred eyes looked on at the wreckage of spilled guts, spattered blood and missing limbs. “How absolutely dreadful.” There was a note of sincerity on his lips, a look of true regret shining in the depths of his inky gaze, yet there was something about the roan that might seem off to those who tried to look beyond the surface of his façade.
Craning his neck and regarding his brother as talk of searching for the unknown creature ran rampant, of which Atreus honestly had zero interest in, the potion master offered little as far as insight went, but he still offered his own form of assistance. “I can do nothing for them now, brother, but it would be a shame for them to lay out in the open like this for any longer than they already have. Let me help.”
be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive
all contact is permitted and encouraged
