DANSE MACABRE ★ open; visitor

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Ah, right. Saturn had not been here. Wouldn't hurt to fill him in, no? "A lot went down before you showed up, I used to have two brothers with me in the Coalition, but they left with my father when he was...well, exiled." Angel said with a small frown, not angry but visibly disappointed. The cub inhaled sharply, hoping he didn't have to explain why he chose to stay. That wasn't something he was fond of confessing. Weakness, cowardice, whatever else. Left a bitter taste in his mouth even if he still would not have changed his mind or traded his decision. He wouldn't have met Saturn then, after all, or Byriath or Ruven. Though he would have sold Aphra to Satan for a single corn chip.

The cub looked up once an unfamiliar voice caught his attention, swallowing nervously when actually face to face with a member of the Pitt. What should he do? Apologize first? Act blunt? "I..." He straightened up, sitting and curling his tail around his small paws. No, he didn't come this far for nothing, he wanted to see his family, and that's exactly what he would do. "I'm somewhat aware. Forgive me, I don't bring trouble. I don't even come here representing the...Coalition. I came here as family." Angel brushed off some dirt and sand from the way over, making an attempt to come off as more presentable, not that he assumed it would do anything to help himself. It was more for himself, for stress relief and to manage the anxiety bubbling in his chest. "My father-" He paused for a brief moment. "Jormungand was said to have returned home, and my brothers went with him. I just want to see them, make sure they're alright after everything that's happened."