12-12-2018, 03:23 PM
―――― Atticus was no fool to assert that he was irreplaceable. On the contrary, he lived his life knowing very well that every situation that he encountered held the potential of one of several things. Perhaps, for the case of the Sunhaven Neutrality, it was the debate of if new leadership could overwrite old leadership; if two leaders, and two clans, could find peace among each other despite horrific circumstances. When he had become leader, he had done so with the knowledge that he would be responsible for the safety and well-being of the Ascendants, and though he had never voiced the notion aloud, he was more than prepared to die for any of them if he had to. It was simply the matter of loyalty, and of family. Certainly he did not truly have any blood relations in the Ascendants, but one thing was for certain, they were family.
And this act of desecration was unforgivable.
Kit had never been particularly close with Moonmade- aside from one instance where he had somehow ended up being required to call the leader mistress- but... That was really aside the point, wasn't it? The matter of the fact was that this person, this being, was disturbing the dead. They were disturbing the final resting places of their members, and... Well, they themselves didn't seem... Normal. It was the odd spoken language - odd only in the sense that it hadn't been spoken around the Ascendants in some time- that caught his ears first, and Clarence's timbre second.
And the sight that he was greeted with was one that he was not prepared to see. He stepped up besides Clarence quickly, a few paces ahead as if putting himself between him and the stranger, his brows furrowing as he stared ahead at the scene and the man's... crying? In the dim lighting of the evening Atticus could not place a name to the face before him, no matter how quickly he tried to dig in his memories for it. Dirt was displaced everywhere, and the scent of a decomposing body made Atticus had to steel himself before he ended up gagging at the sharp scent. But even if the body that the man now held in his paws and covered with his wings was hardly a body anymore, Atticus knew the location of the grave that he had now misplaced. "You knew Moonmade," he dared, more a statement than a question. If he knew Moonmade, there was a likelihood that Atticus really did know the creature before them now. "And yet you dig their body up? Why?" Perhaps the answer was already certain, yet Kit posed the question regardless, perhaps more as a means to stall if this creature was dangerous, more than he was curious about the actual answer.
And this act of desecration was unforgivable.
Kit had never been particularly close with Moonmade- aside from one instance where he had somehow ended up being required to call the leader mistress- but... That was really aside the point, wasn't it? The matter of the fact was that this person, this being, was disturbing the dead. They were disturbing the final resting places of their members, and... Well, they themselves didn't seem... Normal. It was the odd spoken language - odd only in the sense that it hadn't been spoken around the Ascendants in some time- that caught his ears first, and Clarence's timbre second.
And the sight that he was greeted with was one that he was not prepared to see. He stepped up besides Clarence quickly, a few paces ahead as if putting himself between him and the stranger, his brows furrowing as he stared ahead at the scene and the man's... crying? In the dim lighting of the evening Atticus could not place a name to the face before him, no matter how quickly he tried to dig in his memories for it. Dirt was displaced everywhere, and the scent of a decomposing body made Atticus had to steel himself before he ended up gagging at the sharp scent. But even if the body that the man now held in his paws and covered with his wings was hardly a body anymore, Atticus knew the location of the grave that he had now misplaced. "You knew Moonmade," he dared, more a statement than a question. If he knew Moonmade, there was a likelihood that Atticus really did know the creature before them now. "And yet you dig their body up? Why?" Perhaps the answer was already certain, yet Kit posed the question regardless, perhaps more as a means to stall if this creature was dangerous, more than he was curious about the actual answer.