brothers from another mother

There weren't enough things for him to do lately to keep him busy. He was pacing at this point, trying to do anything he could to keep his mind off the former Empress, what he thought they had, what he'd probably lost, and how she let her title go to her far to young daughter. While he supported Venom and her new crown, he couldn't help but resent her for taking it from Deathbelle, even if it was her birthright. She was still a pup, anyway. Malalia was too young and inexperienced to have the rank of Reaper, so Venom wasn't any different. Would Sirius and Zee step back to let Azure or Mortis take over at their age? He doubted it.

With all his pacing, boredom, and depressing thoughts, Magnus was starting to get a little on edge. He needed an outlet, something to hit, and bite, and scratch until he felt a little better. He tried to take out some of his aggressions on a tree, but it hardly worked. Trees can't fight back, so it wasn't really doing a whole lot of help to curb any of his frustrations. Smacking hard at a stray rock and sending it across the plains, his eyes focused on the training rings. With pursed lips, he trotted over heavy footed until he stood centered in the ring and let out a howl, calling anyone willing to put up with his mood to a spar.

"Speech!"

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