07-06-2020, 12:49 AM
It seemed that, unfortunately for all those involved, that the Roux family was destined to tell a story that ended entirely in tragedy. At least, the Roux family that resided within Tanglewood, anyways. At first, it had seemed as though everything was alright. That everything was going to be great, in fact. Moth and Selby had gotten together, and Aurum couldn't have been more happy for them. Sure, he had been somewhat worried about Selby somehow hurting his sister, but overall, she had been happy, and that was all that ultimately mattered to the angel. He just wanted his sister to be happy, and safe. For a while, it had seemed as though nothing could stop the happiness from growing with Tanglewood, especially concerning Moth and Selby's little family. Moth was pregnant, kits were on the way, and then they had been born healthy, even after the hardships Moth had faced from the Pitt. Sure, Alice had some issues, but at least she was alive. At least they were together. For a brief time, everything had been well. Aurum had nieces and nephews to dote on, and a sister he could always visit, and a group he loved more than anything. Then... the tremors had happened. The meteor had struck the Typhoon, and the very foundation of the earth had been shaken. Lives had been snatched away, and Moth's children, lover, and brother had lost one of the people they cared about the most. The family had split. Fights had happened. Darkness had settled not only over the entirety of the family, but the entirety of Tanglewood as well.
The angel could not claim to have known Ivan well. Of course he had known of the boy, and he had cared for him, just as he cared for all of his nieces and nephews. Hell, he had even taken an interest in their shared appreciation for literature, even if Ivan had preferences he felt he could never truly understand. However, to know Ivan, on a level more than just skin deep? It was never something that Aurum had managed to accomplish. Not when he had been running from his own problems, and hiding away from his grief. Now he found that he wished, desperately, that he had taken the time to seek his nephew out, as Bloodhound had. He knew it was good that Ivan had someone like Bloodhound to turn to in times of need, but the lion couldn't help that wish he could've had such a good relationship with his nephew. However, he also knew that would've taken time that they had never had, and considering his strained relationship with his own children as of late, it probably would've been more than a little difficult to cultivate such a connection.
Despite this, Aurum had definitely taken notice of his absence. Taken notice of the fact that Ivan's scent no longer lingered around camp, and he no longer heard his nephew's voice making some snide – but also vaguely humorous – comment in response to something that was going on. The absence had made a sense of dread settle in his heart for days now, and he had even made some attempts to seek out Ivan himself, but they had all come up unfortunately blank. He had figured it wouldn't be long before Bloodhound would try and find the young feline, and honestly he was grateful for it. After all, who better to find young Ivan than a canine who seemed to be an expert tracker? It seemed as though things had finally proceeded as he expected... except with one fatal flaw. The lion could feel his heart sinking down, down, down as he approached the shore, the sound of Bloodhound's sobs carrying on the wind. Coming to a stop beside Vigenere, the lion hesitated for a long moment before he spoke, his voice quiet, and strained, "Bloodhound? Ivan, he's...." He clenched his jaw for a moment, his entire body seeming to rattle as he sucked in a pained breath before continuing, "...He's gone, isn't he? You couldn't find him." Another family member, gone. Another face, lost to the winds of time. Aurum's legs felt weak, and his heart grew heavier.
The angel could not claim to have known Ivan well. Of course he had known of the boy, and he had cared for him, just as he cared for all of his nieces and nephews. Hell, he had even taken an interest in their shared appreciation for literature, even if Ivan had preferences he felt he could never truly understand. However, to know Ivan, on a level more than just skin deep? It was never something that Aurum had managed to accomplish. Not when he had been running from his own problems, and hiding away from his grief. Now he found that he wished, desperately, that he had taken the time to seek his nephew out, as Bloodhound had. He knew it was good that Ivan had someone like Bloodhound to turn to in times of need, but the lion couldn't help that wish he could've had such a good relationship with his nephew. However, he also knew that would've taken time that they had never had, and considering his strained relationship with his own children as of late, it probably would've been more than a little difficult to cultivate such a connection.
Despite this, Aurum had definitely taken notice of his absence. Taken notice of the fact that Ivan's scent no longer lingered around camp, and he no longer heard his nephew's voice making some snide – but also vaguely humorous – comment in response to something that was going on. The absence had made a sense of dread settle in his heart for days now, and he had even made some attempts to seek out Ivan himself, but they had all come up unfortunately blank. He had figured it wouldn't be long before Bloodhound would try and find the young feline, and honestly he was grateful for it. After all, who better to find young Ivan than a canine who seemed to be an expert tracker? It seemed as though things had finally proceeded as he expected... except with one fatal flaw. The lion could feel his heart sinking down, down, down as he approached the shore, the sound of Bloodhound's sobs carrying on the wind. Coming to a stop beside Vigenere, the lion hesitated for a long moment before he spoke, his voice quiet, and strained, "Bloodhound? Ivan, he's...." He clenched his jaw for a moment, his entire body seeming to rattle as he sucked in a pained breath before continuing, "...He's gone, isn't he? You couldn't find him." Another family member, gone. Another face, lost to the winds of time. Aurum's legs felt weak, and his heart grew heavier.
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— Reggan