Small yet large form drew upon the sand on the Passage that would lead him into succession. He was here for many reasons. But only two of those reasons stood out to be of the upmost importance. Finding his beloved daughter and re-locating the family he now led. Pointed ears twisted on top of a head that held no mane and one would think that he was a she when in fact he was not. How stupid one must be to go off of appearance to figure out a gender. It caused a dark chuckle to escape from his throat but stopped between his slips.

Large paws carried the brute further into the Passage as greenish metallic orbs glanced around. There were mountains North West along the edge of the area he was in and even further into the land he would eventually call home. Good, perhaps there would be a neutral area that he could make as a meeting place for the Black's. Though he would join a pride - possibly - and get information about each individual pride and their leader before he would make such a decision. Maybe. But for now, he traveled at a pace that would suit him.

While his brother forges ahead wrath dogs his footsteps, ever present but currently simmering instead of boiling. It had been slowly cooling from the upheaval for a while; he had managed to keep that which he had been named for under control. If he had his druthers his brothers would not have turned on one another. Would not have fallen beneath Envy's devouring paws and jaws. However, he had not wanted to end up as a target, had not wanted to be set against kin and kind. For wrath was terrible when it was drawn to a target and family was precious. Perfect was their line, and the price of turning upon them would be too terrible for even him to bare.

Admittedly he finds himself speaking of his discomfort in the quiet dark when it was just him and his haunting melody made flesh. Siren would not tell, for he kept her secrets and she did keep his rage and whispers quiet in turn.

For the first time in a while, in weeks, he begins to close the distance between himself and their newly crowned umbra. Family as close knit as theirs stuck together, but there had needed to be a berth between him and others as they all came to terms with what had happened. Wrath knew better than to challenge envy. However anger had always been his weakness so this was how he had opted to stay alive. Now, after the worst of the poison had bled away, he was ready. He had mastered his anger, shoved it down to boil fruitlessly beneath an iron cage. Where it would splash and sputter but not burn.

The hulking man(for a Black) slithered closer still, his gaze watching their surroundings with curiosity and a touch of wariness. Not out of fear, but out of practicality. What lesser creatures lurked in the shadows here? Would they turn their hungry jaws upon them when they had been whittled down to so few? He would object vehemently but there were so few remaining. Pride had been foolish, but how did he know, did they know, that Envy would be any better?

If it came to it he would take the helm, but, he did not wish it. Such responsibility could make or break a soul, and he is not keen to discover if it was the latter in his case.

"Envy." slithers between pale lips, the sinner pulling alongside the hellish saint. Pale blue eyes flash as he tears his gaze from the surroundings to focus on the other male. "What hath you wrought for us?" queried he. What were his plans here? What havoc, or lack there of did he wish to cause? What did he want of the loyal soldier who served as the collective fist of the clan when needed? Wrath simmered there, waiting to be unleashed or held back ever tighter. @Envy

sanctuary perhaps? she materializes upon the earth like a ghost. her envious figure dusting the grounds of their seldom home with an ease that could only be foraged by natives. even for a blind woman - it is impressive how she floats among the passage with ease. an ethereal like glow tantalizing within the wrought iron of their mid moore of maua. she wonders how many more should come with their kind. they all seemed to flock inwards within a crooning death of pride. first lochland, and now these. it didn't matter. the forest would welcome whoever would search for sanctuary - they were small but fierce and their numbers were in need of growth. so forth, her civic duty is tended to with ease. she floats among the corners of their vigil. a cloaked curtain to be pulled and revealed as the ambrosine woman breaks throughout the dusty mist. blind eyes deathly and staring from her palace of concord. what is it you seek? it is a simple question but a riddle to the likes of what could or could not be of them. refuge? strength? power? @Wrath @Envy

Tired legs carried the lioness as she had been running for quite sometime, her lungs burned as she wasn't going to stop, if she did she could be captured. She wished to see her child and mate again, to be free and safe. Blood covered parts of her body, injuries sustained by the fight she got with that old king who obsessed with her wanted to kill her child, to get rid of her and Lotus didn't mind staying and fight while her family escaped. And she would certainly be dead ,and right now her injuries were heavy. Gashed on her back, claw markings on her cheeks and pain lingered on one of her back legs.

She looked over her back, not seeing anyone after her. Relief filled her chest as without knowing she stumbled into someone. "@Envy?..." She was glad he was alright, that nothing happened to him. But where was her child? She saw other Blacks here but not Asylum. But also an stranger, she looked at her wary.

@Wrath @Céleste

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Envy had always known that he had a shadow. A beast that was slightly bigger than he. @Wrath had been at his footsteps but had eventually been lost to the unknown as Envy trudged on wards. He was content in his silence. Content with not having company behind him, it was something Envy had become used to. With his wife and daughter missing - presumed dead - silence had become a very soothing comfort to him. Though he had taken on his - disappointing - brother's wife as his own it was not the same.

Ears twisted as foot steps were heard and he could smell the underlying scent that majority of the Black family held, though his own scent was much stronger - deadlier. If Envy were to know of Wrath's thoughts. Of the possibility of there being in doubt that taking the helm would break him as it did their brother. Then perhaps Envy would have tried a way to soothe his thoughts, but he didn't and truthfully didn't care. Envy was not foolish like Pride and would take the necessary precautions to make sure that they would not fall like they had under the rule of Pride.

Paws stopped as Envy would glance behind him to his brother, Wrath. His name slipped from his lips with such ease and calmness that one would have thought that they were close as they were family but in truth, Envy was speaking it out of formality. We shall see. He would state just as another arrived. Metallic jewels locked onto her form. Her pelt was a soft wheat color, marked with a mixture of white and gray on her shoulders and down her spine. She would make a fine female to breed with or so he thought. But when his metallic jewels met her own, that thought left. She was of no use to him or the Black's and that was a final thought in his book.

Envy was bound to answer her eventually when a familiar perfume came to his nostrils. Ears twisting on top of his head as metallic jewels would glance around, the smell of her perfume and blood caused his blood to boil and it showed drastically. Finally, Envy found her - his @Lotus - she stumbled into him and he was eager to keep her close. For the moment, @Céleste was forgotten. What happened to you? He would grumble in a voice many of the black's knew but strangers did not. And it dawned on him and he would look to the blind woman. Healers. I seek information and Healers. He would answer finally. Blunt and straight to the point.

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The glacial gaze of the violent serpent watched the other Black with interest. Judging beneath cool familiarity, his inner thoughts curious and wary. Watching every movement. Watching every twitch to figure out what was coming. He would not be caught unawares, would not be felled by the dark green Envy. "Indeed" he muses, his gaze shifting to the newcomer. Writhing, twisting fiends they were, and it was amusing when some small thing came to bother them. His gaze flicks over Céleste (Sorry they are asshats), and then dismisses her in turn as well. His focus was solely upon their newfound leader and a blind woman was not worthy of their time, their interest. She would not be a good breeder and thus would be treated like the dirt beneath their paws she was.

Pawsteps frantic and frenzied, a scent of blood and black upon the air. Mixing harshly with the scent of salt had Wrath turning to find his brother's one and only, her pelt marked and marred by wounds. While he did not wish her close in the way his brother did, the snake's eyes widened a little. Worry touching the orbs, the younger of the two concerned in the way of close family. " @Lotus , rest, you art safe." he rumbles, the tone gruff but soft. Wrath would watch over her and her mate both so they could reunite in peace. Well, after they interrogated the wench. Expectantly, he looks at the stranger, waiting for the answer to @Envy 's demand.

One did not simply ignore what Envy stated. Else they would face Wrath incarnate who would correct them of their uncouth ways. Tread carefully Celeste, you are suspended above the fanged, slithering trap.

she is acute. adhering to the ones that flock in with injuries and fatigue that is far more seldom than that of others she has met before. there is no offense taken to their silence - perhaps even ignoration of her presence. she knew the prose of family and their well-being. the least that was regarded was her presence within the womb of their creator. it was enough. especially when they have come to give their desires within this world. she could give this. perhaps - even more if they were willing and accepting to offers. "you are in luck." a coy grin coils against her lips. twisting the alabaster jowls into a lengthy and yet inviting smile. "I am Céleste. Ghost Gentry to the Firnen Rainforest - and skilled medic to those in need." She wonders briefly if they would doubt her within her statements - how ever could a blind woman be skilled in the art of something she could not see? It didn't matter. She was and damn it would she take pride in it. "If you would like - I can bring you to sanctuary and tend to your woven illnesses and wounds." She didn't have anything that would aid her in this time. Only back at home. "As for information. I can enlighten you on the way." The basics. Right - that's what was important here and now. Otherwise - it would be a rather uncanny and skeptical situation for a stranger to whisk away unto the darkness with souls of unknown heritage. "You stand within the mouth of Amaryllis. A vast land home to eight prides and many families. The Rainforest to the East is home to I. We are governed by a sovereign of giants and powers. Everyone is expected to make their keep but we stand for one another in times of need." The forest was a notable landmark for those who seek solace within darkness. "The forest is merciful - but strong. She provides us shelter, and in return we bring her strength." @Envy @Wrath @Lotus

Lotus took her time to inhale Envy's scent, she was glad he was all safe, that her efforts had their fruit. His and Asylum's lives were all she cared for and she would rather risk her life again if that would ensure their safety. But Asylum was missing and worry built in her chest. She looked at those reunited, @Wrath was also a relieving presence for her. And nodding to his words, she looked up to her mate. "@Envy, where is Asylum?" She asked with concern in her voice.

He turned to @Céleste as she explained the land they now had set foot into. But right now she had no more forces to speak and she would let the men deal with this.

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Though his attention was solely focused on @Lotus, there wasn't a chance that he missed everything else going on around them. @Wrath had agreed with what Envy had spoken before they had been joined by the woman who was no speaking of being a medic and there was a spot of curiosity and interest towards the woman. She would never be fit to be a bride of a Black Male but perhaps she could be of some use after all. Ears twisting on top of his head as Céleste would give off he name and title that she carried within Firnen Rainforest. It was interesting to know that there was a blind woman with a title that would require to fight was allowed. Were the lions here stupid? Or were they doomed for destruction?

Nonetheless, his main concern was getting his wife medical attention. For now, we will follow you to your home. She is in need of medical assistance. He would not give off to much information. Though if one looked close enough, they could easily tell that she was his wife; if only they knew how true their relation was inside of the Black family. Now, Envy did not say that they would join their ranks but if she did not have any medical stuff here then they would need to make the trip.

Listening closely to Celeste as she spoke of the Sovereign that seemed to be a giant and held power. Interesting. Would she be worth Envy's attention? They shall see. Metallic jewels went to Wrath, he was free to join and follow or to travel inward and find a place that they would meet secretly. Each of the Black's knew what their priorities were. There were things that needed to be taken care of and Envy had every intention to finish up the work he had started but right now, Lotus needed attention. But at his wife's attention, Envy locked his metallic jewels on her and that anger began to boil. She was with you. I have seen neither of you in month, Lotus. He was trying to sound concerned in front of their guest but it was drastically hard on his end. Did she lose Asylum to the devil's grasp?

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She is a good minion, obeying Envy and not allowing herself to be lead to Wrath. While her blindness makes her worthless to their kin in many ways at least she is smart enough to know when to feed her betters information. To offer them what they needed for the moment. And while what she begins to offer is what the crows wish to hear he drawn to their personal drama once again. Letting her words and intentions fall forgotten and ignored by the wayside.

Wrath pondered his brother's wife, his face betraying some concern. Of the two, the man had never held any ill will towards the mauve woman, did not doubt her in silence like he did her husband. At her question, his gaze sharpened, hawklike and searching. No small scrap of purple here. "We will find her" he declares, his tone quiet and firm. He meant it, and while his brother struggled with his anger, Wrath's own rage only focused to a point. Turning to the task of finding her, and , in turn finding @Lotus the attention she needed.

Finally his gaze flicked back to the strange woman, to the information that had been tumbling over @Céleste 's lips. Quietly, he backtracked, processing what she said, before looking to @Envy . "Shall we?" he asks, finding her tolerable enough. He would watch their backs to the border and wait until they left so that they would not end up imprisoned. Granted, those foolish enough to attempt to trap them would soon find the they had welcomed cuckoos into their house. Only by that point the damage would have been done.