Drakon
Drakon gave a heavy sigh as he watched with golden brown eyes (his mother’s eyes) as Zion cast himself into the sea. For a while Drakon didn’t leave his spot upon the shore, his brother’s head bobbing into the distance at a steady speed. Only when he couldn’t see Zion anymore did Drakon turn away, heading north to the Inlet. He felt it was the best place to start with his hope for alliances.
When Drakon crossed over the invisible border, he paused, his nose flaring as he drank in the scent of his kin. Even if they were bound by blood, that did not give him a guarantee that they could be friends. But, out of the two twins, Drakon was the friendliest and most forgiving. He knew this is why Zion had sent him on this errand instead of going to the Crossing as Zion had.
“Nicodemus!” he called out to his uncle, hoping that he wasn’t gone on his own errands, or too far away on patrol not to hear him. Letting out a beckoning call, his golden ears tipped forward as he listened to his voice carry across the mountains that made up their home, before he settled in to wait.
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