11-13-2020, 02:08 AM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Stryker's words and actions had been lingering within Aurum's mind, despite the fact that the lion wasn't scared of him. No, Aurum wasn't fearful of Stryker or any of the Coalition, but he did fear for his friends, and his family. Stryker's attack on Salvia alone had been enough to make his blood run hot, and the news of Atticus certainly hadn't helped in the slightest. Unfortunately, there was little that the former proxy was able to do for Atticus. He had no idea where his nephew was, nor did he really expect that he'd be able to get there with Tanglewood's current state. He could've tried to prevent the Pittian from taking the risk in the first place, but... he really didn't think that would've worked. Atticus had no doubt inherited the Roux family stubbornness, and the angel had a feeling that, no matter what he and Elsweyr had said, Atticus still would've gone. Of course, this didn't stop Aurum from feeling guilty, but he also knew that it was probably the truth of things. After all, that was what the lion would've done, had their positions been reversed. He would've fought tooth and nail, rushing for the border no matter the odds against him.
After the meeting, one of Aurum's primary concerns was Moth. He doubted that his sister was doing well with Atticus's mention, and as soon as he knew Salvia was safe, the angel had took off in the direction of his sister's home. Much like her, his gaze had momentarily lingered on the old house that she and Selby had once shared, before he hastily shook his head and continued on. There was no time to dwell on that trauma, especially not when Moth was back, and needed his help. So, it wasn't long before Aurum came to a landing just outside the jaguar's house, spotting Elsweyr standing nearby. He gave her a short nod as he slipped by, padding over to sit at Moth's side. He gently pressed against her, one wing coming to drape over her shoulders in an attempt to provide her with some form of comfort. As he looked her over, he spoke softly, "He's not gonna get away with this, you know. None of them are. We're going to crush them, and we're going to get Atticus back. I promise you." Aurum's promises were not ones easily broken, even when life or death stakes were on the line. Of course, he wouldn't mention the manner of his own possible death to Moth – she already had enough to worry about.
Tail flicking behind him as he held his sister close, the former proxy's gaze then moved over to the messy looking cake, a small but sad smile coming to his face. He pressed against her once again, saying in the most reassuring tone he could manage, "At least it smells pretty tasty, right...?" He was pretty sure that the oddly decorated cake reflected a lot of their mental states right now, a fact that made him want to scream. They shouldn't have been the ones suffering, it should've been those dammed Wanderers. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
After the meeting, one of Aurum's primary concerns was Moth. He doubted that his sister was doing well with Atticus's mention, and as soon as he knew Salvia was safe, the angel had took off in the direction of his sister's home. Much like her, his gaze had momentarily lingered on the old house that she and Selby had once shared, before he hastily shook his head and continued on. There was no time to dwell on that trauma, especially not when Moth was back, and needed his help. So, it wasn't long before Aurum came to a landing just outside the jaguar's house, spotting Elsweyr standing nearby. He gave her a short nod as he slipped by, padding over to sit at Moth's side. He gently pressed against her, one wing coming to drape over her shoulders in an attempt to provide her with some form of comfort. As he looked her over, he spoke softly, "He's not gonna get away with this, you know. None of them are. We're going to crush them, and we're going to get Atticus back. I promise you." Aurum's promises were not ones easily broken, even when life or death stakes were on the line. Of course, he wouldn't mention the manner of his own possible death to Moth – she already had enough to worry about.
Tail flicking behind him as he held his sister close, the former proxy's gaze then moved over to the messy looking cake, a small but sad smile coming to his face. He pressed against her once again, saying in the most reassuring tone he could manage, "At least it smells pretty tasty, right...?" He was pretty sure that the oddly decorated cake reflected a lot of their mental states right now, a fact that made him want to scream. They shouldn't have been the ones suffering, it should've been those dammed Wanderers. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan