His mother's voice was like an ax to the stomach. He cringed, his very jaw clenching as her wails echoed in the sky around them. He looked up, wishing he knew what to say to stop her from coming around and seeing the whole of it but she was like a wolf possessed. He didn't even think she saw him there as she moved to Xerxes' body, nuzzling and licking him and wailing. He took a step back, giving her space as if this was something too intimate even for him to see. His tail lowered. He needed to be strong. He could cower and call for his mommy and need to be comforted but it was obvious in this moment that she needed the comforting. He just wasn't sure he was the wolf for the job. He looked to his father as if for guidance. As if in answer, Ankh suddenly turned on him, a wild look in her eyes as her fur bristled. His ears pricked toward her, not sure whether she was going to attack him. Then she started screaming at him to find whoever did this so she could kill them. He swallowed, not sure what to say. Sure, he wanted vengeance for his brother but his mother, a killer? He couldn't see it. Then she turned to his father, saying that she wanted to leave Asteraia after they buried him. Fen sighed softly. He wasn't built for moments like this. Sadness wasn't his thing. He would probably still be staring into Xerxes' empty eyes if they didn't come along but what did he do about grieving parents? He'd never experienced this before and he never wanted to, again. His father seemed to be in a state of shock from it all. He followed Ankh to the body and though he glanced at Fen, he felt like his father didn't really see him. Instead of speaking, he only shook his head and looked back at Xerxes, his body swaying as if all the stength had left him. Fen couldn't help but feel a sting of envy in this moment that it took so much out of his parents to see Xerxes dead. He knew it was a terrible tragic thing and he was angry, but they were so lost in their grief that they didn't see anyone else and he didn't see that as fair. Maybe it was childish of him but he had spent the past three years trying to get out of his brother's shadow of glory that his mother had put on him and this was the thanks he got? He ground his teeth, trying to hold his tongue. He should be grieiving just like them, not resenting them while his brother's lifeless body lied there. None of it was fair. But when was life ever fair? He turned his attention back to his parents, watching his father and mother cry over Xerxes' body and then his father turned to his mother at her fury. There was something different about him as well. His parents had gone from crying sheets of uselessness to balls of fury. He'd never heard Viserys talk to Ankh that way before. His ears flicked back in uncertainty, his tail lifting a little. The way his father was looking at Ankh....he'd never seen that look in his eyes before. And certainly not toward her, the love of his life. Then Viserys blamed her, saying she never taught Xerxes to defend himself. He scowled, stepped between them suddenly. "Both of you, stop it. You're not helping the situation by turning on each other like this. It's not her fault he couldn't fight." He glared at Viserys before looking at Ankh. "It's not Asteraia's fault he died. One individual did this to him and that's the only one to blame. If we don't stand united, then we're as good as dead, too. Do you think that's what he'd want?" He glared between the two of them. And here, he was supposed to be the child and them, the adults. Fenyang male.3 years old.28in, 89#.born to AnkhXViserys.brother to Xerxes&Tikal.bound to Warpaint.mated to none.father to none.loner 
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