caimans, komodos, and cobras, oh my!
One of the children was missing, and it was the cause of at least one sleepless night on her part. After the sun had risen on the second day of Divo's absence, Samael had snapped. Gotten to his feet, summoned a few members of the family. Care of the family would fall to his brother, a shining golden male by the name of Gabriel. Despite his disability, Lirika trusted him with her children's lives. He was capable, and he was smart. The father of her children was bristling with aggravation- fidgety like a cornered beast. He had spoken to his daughter next, who was stoic in a way that Lirika was unfamiliar with. There was something about her that seemed to hide, and she was sure she would never know what. Though Samael spoke softly, she could still hear him speak. "Abba has come, do not let your guard down, he would not hesitate to kill even our youngest. He holds one of ours already and I do not know if he plans to barter for Uriel and Gabriel's choice to change or if he intends to put Micah to death before a public audience for being what he is. Do not let Forfax know her brother has returned and is in such danger." Oh, gods. Her lovely little Forfax. It would break her heart to know her brother was a captive. Auds dipped towards her skull, a soft whine daring pass her lips. Without further adieu, Samael was off- a bullet fired from a gun. Just shy of an outright sprint, the two of them moved along the fading scent trail left by young Divo. As the terrain changed underfoot, from lush to arid, the dame could only wonder how she'd managed to get so far in so little time. While her middle child was a rather large one, it still stood to wonder what she was looking for in such a hurry. The pace Samael set left little room for conversation, and she wondered if that was his plan. She was well aware that he held some sort of negative opinion of her, though she was unsure why. It wasn't long before they came upon the sea, far from home. The other side of Boreas. Her child's scent was stronger here, where the air was laden with the stench of rotting seaweed. In the distance, an island she only vaguely knew. If she could recall, she'd only heard rumours about it. None of which were good. Samael had been decidedly vocal during their foray, but not in a good way. Each noise he uttered had been vicious, threatening. Low, rumbling growls shook his chest at this point. She worried for the image that Divo might find burned into her mind, of her father. Far down the beach, something pale had washed up. The scent of blood was faint, but sickening. Had her daughter been killed here, on this abandoned stretch of sand? Samael thundered across the sand, with the pale woman close at his side. Worry dredged bile up from her stomach, and it rose dangerously into her throat. She skidded to a halt on Divo's other flank, nosing at her sodden fur. Samael had flown into a rage, teeth flashing. One pale paw slammed heavily into the sand behind their daughter, eyes wild. Mercury gaze followed the thin trail of blood that led to the sea. Gods above, something had maimed her precious Divo. She took a deep breath. No time to think about that. Right now, her daughter needed help. "Mr. Morningstar, you must focus. Divo needs to see a healer, not a warrior. Can you lift her? I will find somewhere for us to rest, and get help." She murmured, trying to maintain calm. Someone needed to be the voice of reason at the moment, so it seemed that fell to her.
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