How many days had it been since he had seen his father? He had gone out in search of Gwyn with low roars. Father had to be here right? He could smell him, but the days were making it so thin that now he couldn't tell which direction his father had gone. Huffing to himself for not being able to continue, Balrog took a space on the outskirts and would wait for a few hours, if he was nearby his father would return to this spot right? But then again.....the scent was fading away so maybe that meant he was not coming back. Violent eyes scanned the horizon and back down across the tree line 'where are you father...I know you are here...' he thought before snapping his jaws tightly. His face remained a neutral expression though as he waited.

@Gwyn

she follows behind with heavy footsteps, quiet all-the-while as she serves as her younger brother's shadow. there is but a few breaths that separate him and her -- just enough for privacy, but close enough so that euryale could keep an eye on every twitch and coil of balrog's features. the journey had been tedious and far longer than she had previously anticipated, but finally they seemed to have arrived here. wherever 'here' was.

the heathen's nose wrinkles as they press onwards, sand crushing between splayed toes as she listens to her kin's chuffs reach out across the gates, beckoning their father back into their grasp. "interesting choice." euryale's tongue clicks as she speaks, tone low and cool as she regards the mixture of dunes and rocks with mild disappointment. it is only then that the woman slows to a stop, every fiber of her being taunt and rugged in the process, as she draws up next to her brother's flank, eyes set out across the horizon. she would not rest, could not find ease, until they found their father once more -- but gods, did the welcoming wagon need some sprucing up.

out of all of her siblings Lilith liked to assume that she was the shining beacon of light that kept them all going. she was cheerful and giddy and she moved with a spring in her step even as they crossed the endless amounts of sand. 'interesting choice.' Euryale clicks and Lilith can't help but offer a smile in her twin sister's direction, "I dunno guys I kinda like it! It could be fun right? Imagine if this was all snow and not sand.. imagine the sand angels we could make! They'd be huge." She speaks with a dazzling smile, waltzing around her sister as she does spins and twirls in the sand, dancing a few strides before pulling to a halt as her multifaceted gaze scans their surroundings. "I'm sure Pa is here.. I can feel it inside." She said to her siblings then, eyes still watching and waiting for someone to find them.


@Euryale @Balrog

He had been returning from a trip to the sands, his attempt to find another to drag into his grasp less than fruitful. Then a rumble of noise, chuffing that carried over the distance between him and there had him stopping. Pausing and then turning as the owner of the sound became crystalline in his minds eye. Balrog was here. The man turns and heads back the way he came, stride quickening as he saw his son's silhouette was not alone. That two other familiar forms had come with him.

The nightmare approached the trio, his balefire eyes burning. Though it was with a rare flame of pleasure that was not of the sexual kind. He came to a stop just before them gaze sweeping over them and checking for injuries or other issues. "Children" he rumbles by way of greeting, allowing a small true smile to touch his face. It was good to see them.

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@Lilith @Euryale @Balrog

Balrog was very good at hiding his expressions as well as his annoyances with anything that was displeasing to him. He very much loved his family, yes, but sometimes their actions made him want to grab a thick stick and whack them behind the head. 'remember your training' he wanted to tell them 'act like a Casimir should' his words hissed in his head, but his lips were a thin line of expressionless voids. When Euryale came up from around the back and spoke about the choice of landscape his father had chosen, he would keep his face still but his brows would dip to hood his eyes. "Father has a plan, as always." he gave a sidewards glance to Euryale before inhaling deeply. "Don't be so quick to be disappointed Euryale," he tells her.

Balrog's ears fold back when Lilith entered not far behind and lept around like a frog. Dear heavens this was the very example he was talking about earlier, there was a large stick when he needed it. His brows fell deeper onto his face as he listened to her chirping and floating around the sands as she spoke about snow angels. Who had time to make child's play in the sand? Not he. "Lilith time and place..." he tells her before looking around again for any figure in the distance. "And yes I am sure he is here. If he does not come soon we shall go in deeper and continue to follow what remains.." his voice was low. He wasn't going to give up just because the scents were going away. He knew if he followed deeper into the mist perhaps he could pick up another gathering of his father's scent.

But fate had aligned just as he had the mindset on moving forward, a familiar sound approached. It was him, it was his father, it was Gwyn. 'children' was the only word he spoke, and for Balrog that was enough. "Father." His voice held no heightened excitement, no high pitched calls, just a simple greeting as he bowed his head and moved closer to the older man. "I am sorry that we are late. Your scent was disappearing and......it was getting harder to follow you.." he looked down at the sandy earth - would his father be disappointed in him? Would he be reprimanded for taking this long to meet him with the others? Would he be scolded for losing his own father's scent? Balrog would not flinch if his father would discipline his failure. No, he would take it respectfully with honor and learn from his mistakes.

@Euryale @Lilith @Gwyn

despite the fact that euryale and lilith could not be any more opposite from one another, euryale could not dream of being far from her side for more than a moment. where she was stubborn, lilith and was patient; where she was brooding, lilith was vivacious; and although she did not understand all the ways in which her sister was warm, euryale was blinded by her love and loyalty to her kin. plus, it was rather entertaining when one threw balrog into the mix.

"i don't need your assurance, little brother." euryale nearly scroffs in response to his statement, enunciating the 'little' with sneering and loaded purpose. she knew her place, undoubtedly and with grace, but would continue to expect the respect that she deserved, from family or otherwise. thankfully, however, the brood would not be left to tear at each other's throats, for their father does not keep them waiting very long. the woman's gaze flickers in his direction, complexion smoothing as the figurehead approaches in all the brawn and glory that euryale remembered him by.

there is satisfaction there, within the depths of those amber eyes, but she would say nothing, for now. rather, she watched as slivers of insecurity coiled around balrog's words, finding that it was somewhat satisfying to watch his squirm beneath the scrutiny of their father. but ah, that was not for euryale to vocalize nor point out -- for now, her lips were sealed.

it was relatively easy for Lilith to tune out her siblings bickering. this was something that she had become rather accustomed to, though she was quick to halt her hopping when balrog reminded her of a time and place. her multifaceted gaze scanned the land with eagerness until eventually over time a form began to come closer to them. her heart leapt in her chest, she knew it was pa! she knew all along that he would be here, she could just sense it. "pa! we found you. i knew we would." she said somewhat smugly with a flick of her tail. she took a few gracious steps closer to him, offering him a dazzling smile before forging onward, "tell me you have stuff for us to do here?" she asked him with an eager glance back towards her siblings all the while.


@Euryale @Balrog @Gwyn

Their quibbling has him smiling a private smile, the man finding their antics amusing, cute even. First to address him was his son, growing into a fine man despite youth patchy mane. Gwyn frowned at his son slightly; he held himself to a high standard. Perhaps a touch too high. The demon had not expected his children to follow, to find him. "You are fine Balrog. You found me in the end" he rumbles the massive man stepping forward to the youth. Lifting a paw to nudge the fallen chin. Stand tall my son, it said, there is nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to worry about. You and I are here and together we shall rule.

A lot to say with so few words but the youth were used to his mannerisms, his silent speech. He would understand as the brute's attention shifted. Next focusing on the first of the pale twins; Euryale. She earned a quick step around of her brother, the massive male closing in. Affection for her proud stance, her unwavering gaze, he reached to her forehead to place a fatherly kiss upon her brow. He had always been warmer with his daughters, though never callous to his sons. It was just his way.

Finally he turns to the most youthful seeming of the trio, though in truth she is the same age as her sister; older than Balrog by about a year. He had caught her cessation of bouncing, as he approached and now her bright greeting bounced into his form. She had always been a bit of an odd one out. Someone far more cheerful than either parent, more peaceful. Her nature often confused and befuddled the male, frustrated him even, but he still loved her all the same. Her smile earned the return of his own, the expression infectious upon her lips. "Yes, a home and kingdom for you all to share" he confirms, turning to catch her passing form with the same treatment her sister had received. Pivoting with the motion complete, gaze flicking to her other siblings. "Siofra and Zagan beat you all, shall we catch up with them?" he queries them all. Pleased to be surrounded by the fruit of his loins, his children, bright and glorious embers of his legacy. With his spawn at his side, the others of his family would surely learn their place beneath his branch. One could not fault his children; lest they wished to earn his ire.

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@Lilith @Euryale @Balrog

Sure he was younger, but he felt old enough to understand certain...issues and manners. So when he had stated about time and place and she had corrected her behavior to some degree, Balrog would jut his ears to the side for a moment before fixing them both back forward. 'i don't need your assurance little brother' which he hissed to himself. He hated the term little brother but he ignored it for now. Must keep his appearance before his father right? He looked to his father then, trying to hold his emotional awareness back to how it should be before looking back beyond his father. "They are here?" now he felt bad that he was delayed in getting to his father.

He rolled his joints out before clearing his throat, time to get going. He kicked himself in gear and walked alongside his father. "I can't wait to see what you found here Father." he looked around calmly as he wondered just what was in this land that made his father want to stick around and not continue further away? He was famished for water but he dare not state it aloud before his siblings or show weakness before his father, and thus he kept his mouth still to lull the thirsty beast below back into subtle darkness until he had a moment to himself to get to the water.

-Balrog EXITS and follows Gwyn to the Hollow-

as someone who liked things short and sweet, this was heaven for euryale. not only had their father not kept them waiting out upon the island's doorstep, but he had already managed to secure a pride and carve out a nice little throne for himself. of course, such things were to be expected of gwyn - but it was still a relief to the woman that she would not have to endure further travels as a vagabond or rogue. returning to a life of lavished royalty sounded rather fitting, after all.

amber gaze watches her father patiently as he moves first to @Balrog, unsurprisingly. euryale was quiet in many of the ways her father was, preferring to be purposeful and tact when she did decide to speak -- and so when he moves towards her, lips remained sealed ever-so prompty. but she does lean into his touch, revelling silently in the unity and feeling of accomplishment, before withdrawing from the embrace and letting him continue onto @Lilith.

her posture sharpens when @Gwyn announces the arrival of their other siblings, as well as his intent to take them back into the folds of his new kingdom. it is then that euryale's lips twist, curving up into the loose edges of a gleaming grin as she pushes forward a step or two, attempting to brush her flank against that of her twin, both in a reassuring and excited fashion. the casimir would pause for a moment or two more, waiting to see if there was anything else that needed to be said, before looking to take her leave from the desolute passage, and move towards their new home. exit.