Windstorm

Arcus was a very unhappy fellow, and he was reminded of it every single day. It had taken quite a long time to get used to life with only half his vision, and he had ran into far too many trees to even be funny. Hunting was even harder because his perception of depth was hindered. Every moment of every day he simmered in his anger, feeling it course through his fur like electricity. There were many times that he wanted to eat Pest because it was all the stupid bird's fault, but when he got the little thing under his paws and looked down at it with his only good eye, he just couldn't do it. This bird bridged the ever widening gap between him and Shaye, and he missed her so dearly. He couldn't just lose that too. So he kept moving to keep himself busy, trying to find that stupid man that pierced his eye, but no matter what he couldn't find him. The wounds had long healed into thick, twisting scars, sealing his eye closed. Fur grew sparcely, and really..he looked just wrecked.

When it had happened he had a very small but noticeable urge to go back to Donostrea, because he knew that his sappy brothers would take him in in a heart beat and he wouldn't have to go hungry because he couldn't hunt, and Terrae would probably have been able to make it so the wounds didn't heal in such a grotesque way. But he managed to squash the thought quite easily in his raging storms.

He had said that he would get eaten by his Storms. They got an eye, who knows what else they might take.

With a huff he moved along the stupid mountain he had been brought back too so long ago, squinting for something to eat when he saw her. Freezing, he stared at the back of his wind blown sister, lone blue eye widening as he stared at her. It had been so long since he had seen any of his siblings, and something small inside of him panged. But he ignored it, and a sense of nothingness took over. He huffed again and stepped towards her. "Well," His deep voice drew the word out as he looked at her, chin tilted up, and his void of even a speck of emotion. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He growled, titling his nose down now so he might get a good look at her, blue eye narrowing. "What are you doing here, sister?"

"Burn Baby Burn"