As a god of war, Byriath knew of times when he was treated unfairly, kicked and shoved around. A war criminal he was once, and they spared no details in giving him enough pain that his mortal body had ceased. Though he was a god, he could still be scarred. Him, he could go back into fighting no problem. But mortals couldn't come back. They couldn't heal like him. That, he always knew. And if he knew what injustices had happened to mortals around him, the people he unintentionally began to see as someone significant, someone important in a way, hell would break loose.
On another night patrol he was a little late to Saturn's departure, but he caught the snow leopard's scent with ease and had begun to follow. Slowly he walked, careful to make sure it was actually Saturn he was tracking. Why? he didn't know. He was really acting unlike himself now. He halted as he saw Saturn, gaze set to the stars. Blank. God, if he just now found out that Saturn was blind...
Then he saw the leopard shake, and his paws moved instantly. He wanted to stop but at this point his body knew more than he did. The wanderer needed comfort. But Byriath was shit at being a comforting person. He stopped a few feet so the other wouldn't be too startled. "Hey.. Saturn, what happened? You want some help?" He inwardly cursed. He was so shit at trying to comfort.
BYRIATH - GURU OF THE COALITION - FALLEN GOD OF WAR