Fucking bitch.

How dare that wicked wench blind him of all things! What did he do to deserve it? Take a vile and swim around in some water? So what!? Shouldn't have left it lying around if you asked him. It was just asking to be taken. Oh, and how dare that monkey take it from him! He should send his wild dog back out there to hunt that brat down and punish it for it's wrongdoing. Although his own logic prevented him from seeing he'd done the exact same thing, that wasn't the point. The point was that stupid monkey got away with stealing and that stupid wench blinded him!

Magnus was furious, but there was little he could do blind and lumbering around like an idiot who doesn't know left from right. Leaning on the hyena was the only thing that saved him really, otherwise he'd probably be headed in the complete opposite direction. Disregarding the annoyed mumbles coming from the hyena, the i-told-you-so's and whatnot, Magnus grumbled to himself too. How dare that witch waggle her crooked finger at him and take his sight! What use was he now?

...What use was he now? The thought struck him a bit hard and his pace slowed without warning to the Hyena until he eventually stopped, lost in the thought of what little use he would be now. He couldn't protect blind. He couldn't patrol, he couldn't teach, he couldn't see! Although they had just made it over the borders of the Armada territory, Magnus had failed to notice. Too lost in his own thoughts to realize he was home, he stared wide-eyed down at his own paws, willing himself to see them.

"Speech!"

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The Warlord was alerted to Magnus’s return by the cry of his winged companion. He would think nothing of it, but for the pip of weariness in that cry. He raised his head, watching where Marshal circled, and frowned, before leaving off his patrol and heading in the direction indicated.

He found Mags staring at his paw, looking terribly lost in thought, and a little distraught. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, or what was wrong at a glance. He stepped closer to his wolf, leaning his side gently against that of the shorter Reaper, offering silent, possessive support, giving Magnus a chance to work through his thoughts. If he wanted to tell his Warlord what was going on in that head of his, no doubt he would.

Continuing to stare down at his paws until he felt a familiar presence press into his side, Magnus' mind was reeling. How could he accomplish anything for the Armada blind? There was no way he would be of any use, he might as well just move out to the hallows... or better yet, jump off a cliff. How could he get anything done if he couldn't see what he was doing!? His toes curled and dug his claws into the dirt as he fumed, his teeth baring before he started verbalizing his thoughts in rage.

"That witch!" He roared, his teeth clicking together before he started again. "She took my fucking eyes. I can't see a goddamned thing and she fucking laughed at me!" Oh he was angry. Not only that, but his head was throbbing and only fueling it. He was so angry, in fact, he started to feel moisture welling up in his eyes and trickle down his face. His claws remained curled into the ground, his teeth still bared, and tears slowly finding their way down his face. What a sight... "I'm fucking useless!"

"Speech!"

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The Warlord leaned lightly against the other wolf, and his Reaper did not speak immediately. Sirius gave him a chance to work through whatever was bothering him. Knowing that if someone required eating, Sirius would be happy to do it for him. He had already failed once to protect Magnus from a bear, he had no intention of letting something else slip through his paws. Magnus was family.

He tensed when Magnus finally spoke, his words laced with venom and frustration, spitting free of his fangs. His brow furrowed, and he turned and looked more carefully at Magnus. “Your eyes?” his eyes were, of course, still there. But as the Warlord raised a paw and moved it softly back and forth in front of the other wolf, he would understand. His Reaper, was blind.

The Warlord let out a soft, angry breath. “Tell me about this witch.” First, beat the ever living piss out of it. Then, very importantly. find out how to help Magnus.

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"Speech!"


It was reassuring to feel Sirius lean into him and he offered it in return, feeling comforted by the suddenly not much larger man. Had Sirius shrunk? Had he grown? Maybe it was just his imagination, he didn't know. Regardless, he needed to feel the mans comfort and it was helping to calm him down.

Sirius listened to his rant quietly before requesting some information about this witch. Magnus couldn't really remember much, but thought hard on what he could remember. "In the swamplands, there's this hut. I went inside, then out to a pond of some sort... There were weird plants and then a giant frog. Then, the witch. She pointed a finger at me and there went my eyes!" He growled, staring blankly out before him.

Sirius listened carefully, befuddled by the information he received of this witch. Of a giant frog, and pointing witch. He would think Magnus had taken some hallucinogens, however… well… the Firefly festival would always be a reminder that sometimes there were things in this world you could not explain. Somehow, they had mutated his claws, and that mutation had passed on to his offspring.

Was a witch really that much more impossible? “I am going to go to the swamplands and see what I can find out, see if there is any type of cure I can barter for. Meanwhile, I want you to see Io and see what she has to say.” He said, the obsessive, protective Warlord drew Magnus closer for a moment and then pulled away. “Whatever this is, we are in this together.” he would not abandon Magnus just because he was blind.

He couldn't thank Sirius enough for all that he had done for him, starting with a home. Not that he was looking for one at the time, but it was an offer he couldn't refuse. Now he'd earned his place as Reaper and despite his sudden lack of sight, he felt a faint sense of confidence that all would eventually be okay. Even if it wasn't now, or tomorrow, it would be eventually. He nodded when Sirius told him to see Io and find out what she could do to possibly help. With Sirius heading to the place he just came from, he could only hope and pray that the man would return in one piece and without parts missing.

When he was released from the hug, a faint smile faded. "Thank you, Sirius. Be careful." He warned, knowing the Warlord would, but warning him nonetheless. He never expected what happened to him, and he was sure it wouldn't be much different for the Warlord.