KRATOS
i'll never be more than a wolf at your door
In the beginning, Kratos had had his doubts after finding Denocte and attempting to call it his new home. The overall atmosphere was somewhat oppressive in a way he couldn’t really explain, the cause of it not one that he could easily place. There was tension across the faces of most he encountered, and one day after growing fed up with the unknown, he’d approached somebody and asked. Their Queen had been taken and held captive by another one of Novus’ solar courts, and the revelation caused Kratos to further believe this might not be the place for him.Yet there he was, standing amongst a too-large crowd as they watched a trio sing and dance, shouting praise to the one called Calligo. Although he wasn’t privy to the subject of their song, Kratos couldn’t deny that they were talented. Even Pryna seemed to be enjoying herself as she looked on from her vantage point atop one of his curled horns, jovially bobbing her head along to the rhythmic beat of their tambourines.
Abruptly, a scream cut through the air and effectively halted the performance, and soon they were surrounded by distant shouts quickly drawing nearer. Those around him held their breaths, eyes growing wide with fear as the sound of rushing hooves against cobblestone grew increasingly loud. ’Fire! A chorus rang out, the eyes of passersby filled with terror. ’They’re spreading!’ another shouted over the din of panic. Kratos was nearly swept away by the panicked rush of those around him, but he fought against them, managing to find his way to a clearer area. While a majority had fled immediately at the utterance of a fire breaking out, a few lingered, heads surely filled with the same idea he had.
’We have to help,’ Pryna’s familiar voice reigned over the rest, ’The whole place will be gone if it spreads too far.’
Kratos was not a wholly righteous man. The city could burn and leave nothing but ash and ruin in its wake – this was hardly home to him, and it was not his duty to see that anyone but Pryna herself was safe. But, knowing she would make him regret his decision for the rest of his life if he turned a blind eye, he headed off in the direction so many others were running from.
His shoulders withstood the pressure of hurried shoves as more filtered through the streets going every which way, but eventually he found himself staring the blaze down. There were others, two mares with daggers in their eyes standing over one individual while another hovered over the inferno. By some magical means she appeared capable of slowly suffocating the flames below her, but Kratos wasn’t blessed in any such way, and quickly made his way toward the well a phoenix (a phoenix??) had just flown from. Fetching a bucket and filling it as quickly as he was able, he targeted the outer edges of the flame in the hope it would slow its spread.
Pryna, on the other hand, flitted about the opposite sides of where her bonded way, her jaws parting to shoot a jet of icy cold breath onto the raging flame. It hissed as it was doused, lashing out and fighting to sustain itself – which it would for some time, before finally flickering out – or so, that was what Pryna hoped would be the result of their combined efforts.
