Fire burn, and cauldron bubble

His mass was brought into these lands, eyes never once finding suitable places. The Klein Male had at once lost sight of his sister, but knew he'd brought her in the right direction and eventually she would find that direction on her own. Any that touched her would have been brought pain with her tendencies for using others as test subjects. And if one had ever escaped her, well she would be sure to tell him once they caught up to each other. Then the escapees would be certain to die by the phantom's hand. His sisters were not to be defiled by the impure. Their lines needed to be strengthened by the purity of one of their brother's or if it even existed, a Male even stronger. They could not chance the impure spawn taking root in any of their sister's wombs.

His paws glided over the land with his head low. A sign to any who knew him, his day was not a good one. He was ready to snap at the easiest of prodding. A victim had escaped him. One who had been stupid enough as to insult him and to threaten his sister's wombs.

A scent caught him. Familiarity of it being enough to tempt him to turn from his path. He had the winds to his back, she would know he was here but the phantom was silent in this dark place. Maybe she would think the spirits she heard tricked her into smelling it. He edged closer though, taking his time through the muck. Neither knowing how close they came to Hannibal and Carnage. He arrived and his eyes settled on her but he didn't waste time. He moved wordlessly to her pressing his nose into her, smelling her scent. Nothing was amiss and he seated himself satisfied, pulling her against his mass with a paw, holding her close. "Tell me Cordelia, do the prophets speak yet? Do they say what is the fates of our family in these lands?"

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