Soothsayer

He's been putting this off for far too long, wandering, following the signs that've led him to more areas of the plague that he stayed and studied.

The rot in these lands was spreading, more than on Northfall's borders, more than Elysium and it's lake and the river leading out. It was something that called to him, beckoned him in, to change him. To rot with him, and his kin.

But Vitus knows better.

The seer refuses to join the rot properly, not yet. He will not join his sister while his brother still lived, while his brother didn't know yet that Elli had joined their ancestors.

The young man's eyes were hollow with the grief he's been shoving away, burying down beneath in his search for answers, but he was here at last on the saint's borders. Ezra was within, he knew, as he stepped past the scent lines without howling.

He was a Kinsey too, by rights these were his lands to call home as well.

The three crows were riding his back as he walked deeper in, shuffling in complaint when Vitus finally threw his head back and howled for his family. A deep, low, mourning tone.

The seer has horrible news to bring.

Skill:

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"We are following the moon for the morning star
Guided by the crow
We are following our Lord, through the evil dark
For the gift of being chosen”

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The man heard the low mourning sound. A hollow emptiness floated through the forests of Mistveil and he lifted his head to listen to the call rise and fall.

HE lifted himself from the carved out den he'd made in the dirt and set out towards the borders. When he arrived he was quite surprised...

A wolf stood, tall and thin, colored in silvers and golds. He was a creature to behold but... He carried crows with him... An omen the man didn't expect...

And he had ventured past the borders...

Halt there... Az barked loudly, walking towards the man as he pulled himself up to his full height. He was smaller but he walked with pride in his stride. Who are you and why have you crossed the borders...? He growled a little, his eyebrows furrowed with the hints of aggression on their ends.

Vitus' ears flicked as he turned his gaze to the man, the fluff of his mane at this angle making him look more muscular than he was. He doesn't know this one, though he hadn't really ventured far from his family during his few visits to the hellscape that was The Saints. Vitus Kinsey Because Kinsey held more weight in these parts than Stormborn did.

The yearling looked unbothered at the man's growl and aggression, he even seemed to look through him, as if he was trying to read his soul. Is it against the rules for a man to come visit his family?

skill: warrior

In any other instance the calico wolf's aggression would have been met with a pleased Ezra. Yet his ignorance in not knowing who Vitus was and more specifically, who he was to Ezra, made his downfall.

A Kinsey walks where they please on their family land. Ezra came to spat with arrogance as he strut from the same forestry from which the other had come. As Executioner, the outskirts of the territory was predominately where Ezra lingered, much as he had with his position of Sentry within Northfall.

Sometimes Ezra missed the mountains, the crisp clean air, the feasts, the tournaments, the chill in his bones which caused a pain in his leg and reminded him he was still very much alive. Yet even those the Mistveil forests had more of a musky, damp stench about them, the mists and much more darker portions held a certain corrupt haunting air Ezra had become fond of.

Passing by the Voidwalker with a crinkle in his snout, Ezra comes to stand before the spidery form of his brother. His howl and now his expression, revealing unrest. Whats happen? When did anyone ever come with good news anymore?

Skill:

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*Takes my leave*

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"We are following the moon for the morning star
Guided by the crow
We are following our Lord, through the evil dark
For the gift of being chosen”

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Dipping his head lowly Astarot dropped his tail. Pinning ears back against the back of his crown he took a few steps backwards. My apologies... I will take my leave... And he turned to lope away at a trot. The embarrassment of not knowing the newest Kinsey and not immediately recognizing the other a fresh burning to his cheeks. Better luck next time Az.

Diplomat

Vitus' ears perked at the sound of his brother's voice, and if it weren't for the weight of the conversation to come on his shoulders he would have cast the calico warrior an apologetic glance. He'd find him later and apologize, it wasn't like he had the typical Kinsey look about him in any case. Too pale, too skinny, built for speed rather than the brute force of his dam's line. Ez..

The seer's eyes had always held a haunted look about them, a mind always sorting through things that may or may not be supernatural in nature, but now.... That haunting was a sadness, etched within those pale blue eyes as he took in his brother, how much he'd filled out since they had last seen eachother, how unburdened with knowledge he remained. Elli's dead his deep voice was quiet, sad, angry.

Mourning.

She fought a bear after it attacked one of Avon's young, she won but... his voice trailed off then, and he looked very much like the lost little boy that he was. The triplets never grew up with comfort, the north was too cold for that, their burdens and sorrows always shoved away again and again until they were ice.

He was tired of it, but he didn't know anything else.

skill: warrior

Satisfaction.

Ezra remembered the cocky ass smile his uncle Jaxxon often wore (before all the turmoil he had now been dealing with) and felt that this, here, was why he got it. The Satisfaction of commanding someone. The Satisfaction of just your voice tearing someone down into submission and damn did it feel good.

He could not relish long.

Vitus face was pained, haunted with deep suffering. But could Ezra remember it being anything but this by now? Hard no. Then the world around him seemed to blur. Fogging, fading. The rest of Vitus words, in that small explanation, sounding as though he were under water. A sound which grew to a high buzzing mimicking now what one might hear after standing too near an explosion.

what....? Surely not. NO! A sudden shout out in defiance, once he was able to breath again. NO! Even louder now and he found that the buzzing didn't stop, but grew louder. If Astarot were still there, he would have been met with Ezra's teeth, so instead he jerks forward and lifts his front legs so that he could shove them into Vitus. He does so with every intension to throw his weight down on him and knock his ass to the ground. A sharp pain tingles up through Ezra's front bad leg, the nerve damage there taking its toll.

Nearly toppling himself as he falls back to all fours, he began his screaming. If others were in the area, surely they would hear the news too.

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others can cameo here if they'd like!

What the fuck do you mean she fought a bear??? Was there no one else? What happen? Do they not have any healers? Why didn't they get a healer!? I'll fucking kill. them. Blood for blood

In his yelling, came snarling, came snaps of his jaws and silent tears streaming down his face. Then he began to pant, as one canine might do when their emotions got all in a knot. Brother, please, tell me it's not true...!

Vitus was shoved, though he hadn't fallen to the ground, he was too used to keeping on his feet from his siblings throwing him around. If Ezra had used teeth, he would have let him, if he had gone for his throat, he would have let him.

Of course there were others he didn't even sound defensive, just...defeated. You know how Elli was, she didn't let anyone near to help after, said it was just a scratch, avoided me trying to see He was stupid enough to think she would have gone to someone, anyone, if it felt off. It festered, when I was away, when I returned...

He was always away, sometimes off in the wilds for days, it wouldn't be out of the norm to hear he had been gone. Why he had been gone, that was for him and only him to know, for now at least. How would Ezra react to him running off because he was told another wolf might be his sire?

I gave her a proper burial, fit for a queen As fit as he could have done, alone, so far away from the ocean. Gave her a crown of antlers to mark her mound his voice sounded distant, quiet, his deep tones a sad rumble. It was struck by lightning, so....I think she liked it

Ezra fell back and listened, quiet for a moment after he had finished his screaming and ranting moments prior. He was already going through the stages, but anger would always take the lead for the boy.

Then, Ezra's ears perked when Vitus said he had left and as he was gone, Elli's health took swift decline. Her 'scratch' had festered and all the while what? She was hauled up in her den somewhere slowly dying a wound-stinking, agonizing death and no one in this Kingdom had bothered to figure out what the stench was - Elli's infected wound or rotting corpse there after.

Of course Vitus returned to a dead sister. Any time the litter ever went on an outing and returned someone fucking died.

Stormborn... Ezra muttered under his breath when Vitus ended with the little tid-bit about the antler having been struck by lightning. A thunderstorm had always been a sign of good blessing to their bloodline. From Stormborn to the very first Archer created of The Gods of Old.

I don't know how much more of this shit I can take. Lifting himself from his defeated, sloppy seat, he takes a deep breath before letting out a loud FUUUUUCK It would have to do, for now, until he found someone he could freely fuck up without consequence. After that, he brushed past his brother, back into the misted mountains of Saints.