Indigo hadn’t been a part of the Armada for far longer than the young Warlord had been alive. When the maned man heard the call he felt sentimental and made his way to the battlefield to show his nephew support. In the days following Aslatiel’s death he had been forced to reckon with his past and the days of long gone by. Things seemed so much different then, so much had changed. Especially him. Indigo had been through so much since he left the Armada to train within the Hallows, and he had never gone back for fear of retribution for his feelings. The emotions that he held for his dear sister. The woman who he had considered his other half.

She was gone now, and Indigo was forced to continue on with life without her. To find himself once again and rediscover the man that he could be. None of that was easy for him. Indigo was getting older, changing himself was more difficult than ever. Yet somehow he hd to figure that out and move on.

Huge paws carried him onto the old bloodstained grasses. The smell of fighting thick in the air as heavy as the crowd gathering. Quietly he made his way closer to where Artorias and the wolves of the Hallows gathered, giving his obvious support to the side of his own blood. He had been reclusive for a long time, most of the challengers were complete strangers to him. He ignored the jeers of the upstarts, noting how young the most of them were. Unshaped by the world and its cruelties. He doubted that Basilisk could see him, but he gave a nod of encouragement.

"Indigo Fatalis"

When the roar of a challenge for the Armada cut across the lands, Andromeda had quickly set about making sure things were secure and everyone was safe. Once she is satisfied that the Armada will be safe if she leaves, the lavender woman sets out to the Battlefield where Basilisk will be taking on his challenger. By the time she arrives, there are already several wolves gathered, many jeering at the fighting wolves whose fight is well under way. Pale blue eyes scan the crowd and she spies Artorias with one of his children with a pup siting on the side for Basilisk and she angles herself to come up beside him, quietly, she greets, “Hello Art, I’ve missed you. How is Briar doing? I might come visit you soon… if you’ll have me.” The smile that pulls her lips up is warm and she turns her gaze to Ember and says, “Hi Ember! I’ve missed you too! Wish we could be meeting under better circumstances.” Looking to Bramble, a huge smile fills her face as she says, "Bramble! How have you been? I cannot believe how much time has passed since we last say each other." Turning her gaze to the pup, she offers him warm smile and says, “Hello little one. My name is Andy.” Sadness pulls at her features as she converses with the trio and continues to look around when she spies the huge purple form of her brother. Excusing herself from the Carpathius wolves, she moves to where Indigo sits and quietly settles in beside him. So much has happened in their lives and, while they live in separate packs, they are both Fatalis children; a name that carries a heavy weight with it. Andy offers him a gentle smile and softly says, “Hello brother. I don’t think we have officially met but my name is Andromeda. Please, call me Andy. I wish I could be introducing myself under… different circumstances.” They share a bond in blood but Andy knows that he has been through a lot in his life. Maybe, by introducing herself, she can offer him support in the life adventures that ahead of them. "Andromeda Fatalis"

Quill had come along a little later, cutting away from Bramble and promising to rejoin her. He'd made his way towards a local outpost and had collected a thick bearhide and a bottle of something that they promised was tasty. With his items grasped between strong jaws, Quill made his way towards the fight, the sounds of battle reaching his ears before his eyes ever saw the combatants.

Coming up beside Bramble, Quill laid out the bear hide then motioned for her to rest upon it. Look at him, being a gentleman. Once the dire pair were settled, Quill pulled the cork from the bottle with his teeth, then lightly moved it beneath his nose, scenting the contents. It smelled like a sweet, herbed wine of some sort, but he wasn't much of a drinker, so he couldn't say for sure.

After handing the bottle to Bramble, ladies first, Quill stretched out on his belly beside her, careful of his shredded neck and shoulder. They were healing, but the wounds were still very tender. Blue and pink eyes settled upon the combatants and one brow rose. "That's a big boy, isn't it?" The size difference hardly seemed fair, but there they were.

"Quill Klein"