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There were few people that Ivan thought would be receptive to his strange mind and thoughts. These were the people he felt he could connect with the most. Winston was the closest to this out of all his brothers, though a rift of something like awkwardness kept them apart. Ivan felt cold the entire day when he realized Winston was missing. A hollow in his heart formed, and he breathed audibly through his nostrils, gripping the ground as his mind traveled down dark and twisted paths. He was almost terrified to go looking for him, after just happening upon Feza's death.

A coward, that was what he was, as he paced Winston's room while his father searched. He buried himself under the ripped sheets, hoping to comfort himself. His ears twitched when Selby arrived, entered the room, and wailed. Ivan only revealed himself when he saw Vingere, his black fur ruffled and pricked, a horrible teeth-gritting anger. He slipped away and rushed to Selby's side, pointedly and selfishly ignoring all else to press his forehead to Selby's shoulder, eyes clenched tight.

Aurum was unsure of what drove him to his sister's house that morning. Truly, if he were asked, he wouldn't have been able to provide a satisfactory answer. Perhaps he had just wanted one of his usual visits with Moth, or perhaps he too could feel the sense of absence that had suddenly struck the house. Either way, the proxy ended up knocking a golden paw against the front door, waiting several moments before he turned and opened it – he had come to learn that Selby hated it when he just barged in, and he'd rather not make his sister's boyfriend mad. When he stepped inside the usual warm and busy home, he was greeted with an odd, and uncomfortable silence. Everything seemed slightly grey, as if the very color had been sucked from the air. With his fur unsettled and his heart roaring in his ears, Aurum opened his mouth to try and call out for someone, anyone, but was swiftly cut off by an anguished, shuddering wail. The sound was enough to make his entire body tense, jaw clenching and releasing as flames lapped gently at the corners of it. Forcing himself to calm down, the angel extinguished the flames bellowing and sparking from inside before he ascended the steps, following the faint scent of others.

When the scent trail eventually led him into Winston's room, he felt a faint sense of confusion. Winston had not been one of his nephews that he was close with, mainly because the boy had always seemed rather closed off, and anxious. He didn't seem the type to cause his parents any trouble, so the sight of the scattered room and a distraught looking Selby was rather disturbing, as well as surprising. He hesitated in the doorway for a moment, trying to process the scene before him. A room scattered, although there seemed to be little struggle. Vignere standing there, and Ivan and Selby pressed together, obviously struggling. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together, his large form visibly deflating as he realized that Winston was gone. He opened his muzzle, as if to say something, but realized there was nothing he could say. He knew what it was like to lose a child temporarily, but who knew if this would even be temporary. In addition to that, when he had lost Roy, he had known that the other hadn't left of his own free will. That had been an odd comfort, to know that it hadn't been because of his own failings that he had lost the younger male. Because of all of this, he couldn't think of any words to say that would actually provide any sort of relief for Selby, or Ivan. So instead, he just muttered weakly, "...I'm sorry." Before he turned and headed back down the steps, exiting the house. He doubted his presence would be of any use, and he needed some time with his own family.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM