The bloody kings ghost[xeph]

*Xephyris* · 08-06-2017, 02:22 AM

It irked him when the younger male called him "old man", but he would simply narrow his eyes and clench his jaws, saying nothing in response to the remark. Instead, his ears perked forward to grasp at some interesting new information - he wasn't exactly sure what Rikeros meant by his statement, but judging by the heavy scarring and aggressive demeanor, something had happened to him that had changed him deeply after his family had split. Xephyris nodded as he listened. He knew what had happened to the Hellstroms. He'd once been deeply involved with them. He'd once been on their side, fighting for them to help form the kingdom that Sin had built up from the ground. But he had never understood the bad blood between the Hellstroms and the Adravendis, or at least Adrian and her next of kin. Those Imperium bastards, and Abaven? Sure, he got it. They'd sieged Hellstrom's home when Draven and all of his siblings had been mere balls of fluff. They'd left the family injured, split up, and ultimately without any security or a place to call home.

But Xephyris had been a friend to Arian long before Sin had come along. Xephyris was a man drawn to power and he had a thirst for battle which had led him to follow Sin, but that had never caused him to sever his bond to Arian, and to the woman's son. When Hellstrom fell and no one came looking for him, he'd moved on, and Enigma had declared him a traitor for reasons Xephyris had never understood. The gray-coated man blinked silver eyes as he brought himself away from thoughts of the past and back to the present. The younger man in front of him had ended his sentence, and a silence fell between them. That was when Xephyris spoke. "I know exactly what happened, and that Sin is long dead," he replied, his voice stony and eyes void of emotion, "But my eyes deceived me when I spotted you. I see now the darkness of your coat, but in this dim morning light, you're a spitting image of the man I once followed." His words were chosen purposefully, spoken carefully, in order to elicit some sort of reaction, and he was curious to see how Rikeros would respond to the knowledge that this stranger had once followed his father.

His jaws closed, and he listened once more as the other spoke. He didn't have to think long to realize he no longer had any alliances in Boreas. He had never been allied to the Adravendis as a whole, only to Arian and her kin. However, he knew none of them now. He hadn't seen Rivaxorus in many seasons, nor any of the boy's siblings. They must have moved on. That left Xephyris completely on his own. He hadn't even seen his own daughters, nor any of the women he'd used to enjoy the company of, in so long it was obvious now that he would not see them again... It left him feeling gutted, but in front of this man, nothing would show on Xeph's face. Just a hardened resolution. He had no reason to trust Rikeros, nor any reason to follow him. Yet, he had no reason not to follow him, either. Except for Enigma. If the Hellstrom man had anything to do with the resurrection Rikeros spoke of, then Xephyris expected there would be no way he could offer himself to this cause anyways.

However, with nowhere to be for the time being, Xephyris would silently move along behind Rikeros, once the younger man had created some space between them. For a while he said nothing. There was nothing of importance for him to mention, and his mind went over their interaction thus far. It seemed this brute was somewhat cooler-tempered than his sibling, and this made Xephyris curious. Rikeros didn't seem to have time to waste responding to a meaningless insult, something that might have thrown Enigma into a fit of rage. Aggression could make a wolf powerful and able to strike fear into anyone around him, but to be set off by the smallest of triggers was a waste of valuable energy and time. Xeph paced himself so that he came to the much larger brute's side, with several feet of space between them. "I have no allegiances of the sort," he began, his voice a low rumble, "But I was a part of Hellstrom's past... perhaps I am meant to be a part of it's future as well." He didn't really believe in fate, but maybe there was a reason he'd met Sin's spawn today. What else would he do, if he did not lend himself to some cause? He was otherwise just an aging loner, and his existence would never go noticed one way or another if he continued this way. If he died tomorrow, nobody would know or care. But perhaps if he was a part of something bigger than himself, he might at least die for a purpose. He wasn't settled in his decision yet, nor did he know if the decision was for him to make, but he was beginning to consider it. Time would tell, and he would go quiet once more, ears tilting toward the other male as he waited to hear if he would say anything.

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