Malestrom

Ah, there it was. Had it been anyone else, he might have grinned, might have laughed, like he had with Gale. But instead, he felt his smirk slowly fall, his lone eye to squint in confusion. He felt the soft winds in his chest, stirring up something so uncomfortable he couldn't stand it. He was used to the flickering of his emotion, used to feel the cruelty he held inside of him, but here, now, watching Glacier seemed to shatter...he couldn't take it. He heard the cry on his voice, the soft sound that speared deep down into Arcus' chest. It was a sound he would hear until his dying day, he knew that the moment he heard it. Slowly his gaze dropped to the grass beneath his paws, not liking this. Not liking this at all.

He wanted to turn away, to go back to his new home, or even away from it, so he wouldn't have to see the look in Glacier's eyes. So he wouldn't have to feel...guilty? He couldn't understand this guilt, it wasn't like he had gone out and asked someone to carve up his face just so that he could show Glacier and have his big brother feel...sad. No, but that didn't lessen that guilt at all. So instead, he took a deep breath, and lifted his gaze once more. But this time, there was a white hot anger he had never seen, a protectiveness that Arcus felt disentitled too. He had left Glacier, and the Elementas, there was no reason for his brother to want to tear into the face that carved into his. He felt his own anger rise, feeling again like a child looked down upon. Perhaps that was his own lack of confidence, but he couldn't help the deep growl in his chest. "No one you need to concern yourself with, brother." He hissed, the sound crawling from deep in his throat as his good eye narrowed. Instead he huffed and looked around, feeling less proud of this stupid grassland by the moment. "You've done well for yourself, Glacier. Got yourself some good land, a little wifey, some puny little brats. Life's good around here, huh?" He said, his words perhaps more biting and cruel than he wanted them too be. He hadn't come here to try and hurt his brother, no. He had come to rebuild a bridge that he suddenly wanted to burn, his eye alight in the flames. "But then again, you've always been lucky, haven't you." He said with a cold snicker, turning away then. He didn't want to talk anymore, didn't want to see his brother or the good life he had....not anymore.

"Burn Baby Burn"