3/24/2025, 4:22 AM
The hare alerted to his brothers presence long before he actually closed the distance enough to call out to him. Those impressive satellite dish ears caught the sound of shifting grass and his nose twitched breathing in, ensuring it was someone familiar. And not her.
He wasn't sure how long it had been now since he actually saw Archon, the pair of bachelors had been largely keeping to themselves since Avon had broken apart at the seams. Every individual who had brought it together, except for Fable now - had split apart. "Sycamore? Brother?" Sycamore shifted, straightening as he lifted himself to his full height, scarlet eyes - which were heavier than they'd been in so long found his brothers face taking him in for a moment. Considering the circumstances he didn't look too worse for wear.
❝ Archon, ❞ he greeted. ❝ I don't think I've been alone like this since I first came to Mythris ❞ he offered, a hint of cynical amusement laced his tone. ❝ I should have assumed wolves would always choose their own, ❞ he added bitterly. even one that had attacked him. ❝ How are you faring? ...your daughters? ❞ his nieces.
❝ speech ❞
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