f . 11 yr . enraptured enderly . tethered lucian . (izarra, bellatrix, rorschach . king's guard

There is a deep, drawn out sigh that is breathed from my brother's lungs, as if he were now burdened with the requital that is sure to come from the demon hoard. It does not go unnoticed and yet I do not bother him any further with prying words into the thoughts that he keeps away from me. But I will not allow him to bear the consequences from my own accord.

Even as he now mumbles a retort to my comment on the name of the attacker, I dismiss it as my thoughts lay upon the action that Kane will take in return for this fiendish act. A name perhaps does matter to someone, somewhere, just as mine does - to so very few - and yet it does, still. These words have very little meaning when the individual in question happens to be of outside Diveen borders and to have attempted to murder my own blood. Yet I still cannot be rid of the feeling that Kane is quite displeased with my leap into action - though in the end, these feelings matter not, for I did what was needed to be done in my own eyes. For the sake of my sibling's life. He is quite capable of holding his own in a quarrel, I of all wolves should understand this, and yet I have been appointed a position by the title of "king's guard" and what type of "guard" would I be if I were to let this one slide? To allow more blood to be shed from Kane's veins? A damn lousy one, I say.

Perhaps Isola would not be so content with my way of dealing with the situation - no, she would definitely not be content with them - but it was justified in my mind and that was all that had ever mattered.

Either way, Iromar would have been breathing down our necks for setting upon one of their own, even if they were to blame. How dare we catch one of them red handed! Even so, Kane's next proposal has me craning my neck to look at him in a rather perturbed manner. "And you think that we are going to be accepted with open arms? 'Oh, you've just killed our son, but thank-you so very much for telling us in the flesh.' Yes, that's asking for a death sentence." My eyes roll heavily within their sockets for a split-second, my tone bitter and straight forward. He continues to speak and I allow him to have his peace in utter silence with my full attention, even as I begin to meander away from the bloodied scene again.

"Of course I will accompany you. Who else is going to save your ass if they decide to eat you?" I huff, though I continue forward as a rather devilish smile appears upon my features for a moment - perhaps visible even from Kane's angle - as I head out toward the moorland.

- - -

I had no doubts that Kane would have caught up with me sooner or later, not to mention the fact that I was keeping a rather sluggish pace for the sake of conserving my energy. I can detect his familiar odour in the air before he can be heard and soon enough he is sidling up to keep an even pace with my own. "Now, just exactly how do you think this is going to go down again?" I question him with every bit of attitude I offer, though a serious tone lingers beneath the brusqueness of it all.

We are already so near to the border and I do not wish to converse further about it as we close in, so I give him an acknowledging silence to respond before I am hushed entirely. My focus is centered on my movement, the steady pace that I keep and the position that my paws are placed to allow minimal sound and vibration, though only so much can be done for such a large beast as I. The stench of the marker is heavy upon the air and only hangs in a rather stagnant way as a thin fog begins to surround the region. I am not fearful, nor have I ever feared another being, but I am not too eager to be placed in such a social situation with those I do not agree with. Much less in a typical social meeting.

Although, it is not my first exhibition with the Iromanian wolves, my existence being brought forth from the shadows upon my first arrival back into Moladion as I fought beside Tobias against these self-professed 'demons'. If only they knew of what true demons were; they were not mortal beings of which you could see and feel and smell, they were torturous souls who ripped and gnashed into you at every opportunity. To send you into your own personal hell. What pain they are capable of providing is nothing compared to the torment I had endured on the inside for years. Let them come baring teeth - for I have already witnessed true evil.