He didn't know what possessed him but somehow he felt that he needed to come back here. He needed to see the place once more that took his brother from him. Him and Xerxes had never been close. In fact, growing up, they considered each other rivals. Xerxes was the pretty boy. He was vain and wanted to be picture perfect all the time. Fen, on the other paw, loved to get dirty and it made it even more fun when he got to rub it all over Xerxes when he wasn't looking just so he could watch him scream and flail and run to their mother to tattle on him. He didn't mind getting in trouble at all. As they grew up, he started training and traveling and Xerxes seemed to stay in one place. Fen felt he was easily outdistancing his brother in ambition so he was satisfied. But this wasn't what he wanted. Somehow he still felt empty as he sat and stared at the place where they found his brother's body. It was cleaned up now with no sign of blood or other distress yet he could picture it there like it was yesterday. Xerxes was ripped and mangled. It was a violent death. He didn't deserve that. Fen was angry, but didn't know how to find out who did it. He didn't know what to do. Would there be any witnesses? Probably all too scared to say anything. But he had to do something. He knew his parents wouldn't rest until they found out who did it and brought them to justice. He was scared for how Xerxes' death changed his usually gentle mother, Ankh. She was like a wolf possessed that day. 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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