The sun hung low in the sky as the three-year-old perched on the end of a ridge which was located within elysian lookout. From where he sat, purple eyes could see for miles and miles on a clear evening. Despite it being late in the year, the male could see the vast neutral territories of the peninsula, including his home within Wolfbron.

Since returning from the mist that seemed to enshroud him involuntarily, Hazarin had yet to seek out his brother, @Mithros. The male had never been particularly close to his two littermates, and there was a guilt that sat heavy in his stomach about this. The male found it difficult to express his feelings and emotions, so he would much rather bottle it up and scream into the void later. But for now, the Dieudonné watched from the lookout as the sun began to set on another day._{BG — ART — CODE}

Strangely similar were the two Dieudonne brothers; both uncertain as to how to appropriately display and explain their feelings, thoughts and emotions. Mithros struggled to get his words out there in most any situation and while @Hazarin bottled it up and screamed it loud, it seemed that Mithros just let it stew and burn into his very core. Never letting it out but it hadn't seem to peak just yet. So when he smelled his absent brother on the wind he attempted to move towards him. Not out of a willingness to bond for he would never expect such a thing, but a small part of him was happy that he was safe. The last he had known of Haz, he'd slipped into the mist (of course he would). Thought the mist had gotten ya for good, his lips do a half smirk as he saunters up to his brother. Though he wasn't all that great at bonding, he did share at least some respect for his siblings and that had always been enough to get him by.

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Hazarin observed the neutral biomes that existed beneath the elysian lookout. He was not expecting company, so when the familiar yet strange voice of his brother broached his ears, the male was quick to turn his crown to look at his sibling. A brief smile forms on his features. Not quite. Hazarin remarks with a shake of his head at @Mithros' comment. Can't say you missed me whilst I was gone, though, no? The clay lion teases, as though they were cubs once again and not adults. Mithros had always been a lion he could trust and rely on - even when their sister was hotheaded and stray-like - Mithros always seemed like home.

Lavender eyes turn back to look at the peninsula below. Did I miss anything? He asks as his tail twitched quietly behind._{BG — ART — CODE}

There was no doubt about it that these two were essentially cut from the same cloth. They both struggled with keeping up with social connections and had not exactly formed closed bonds with one another let alone the rest of the pride. Mithros had always felt like an outsider when it came to the Dieudonne family but he reckoned it was simply because he lacked purpose or even a drive to exist sometimes. Though, he had come to realize that he wasn't bad at being social but then he didn't often go out of his way to use his voice when it was unnecessary. Especially if it wasn't family he was talking to. You were barely a thought in my head, the right side of lip twitches with a teasing grimace. Equally slandering of his brother for while they were not the closest individuals, they were family and that ran deeper than anything. Despite not having a strong bond, he'd stick by his brother's side just like he would Cassine. Mist took others, too. Amara's baby daddy disappeared. He hadn't known the guy but he seemingly knocked her up and left just as quick.

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