Dark Offerings

She wasn't sure what had her lingering around the great metal beast that Mirovis once called home, perhaps it was hope. Her missing siblings might return to this place in an attempt to find her, if they were even looking for their queen. Tonight saw the pale goddess soaking up the moonlight just outside the shelter of the ship, her coat glittering like the snow that surrounded her. Taking a deep breath, she was about to start singing when a very familiar scent wafted into her nose. Those holographic white-to-lavender eyes scanned the area, searching for the source of the smell, landing on a dark figure carrying a cart not too far away. Lurid knew that smell, it belonged to her brother, but that couldn't be right.

She watched as the dark male shrugged off his yoke and scented the air, a look of recognition sparking on his face. Lurid couldn't believe her pale eyes. Anger and relief flooded the moonlit goddess until she couldn't hold herself back any longer. If this was, in fact, her brother he would have some answering to do. Why was he not here when she returned? What had happened to him in her absence? How had it taken him so long to find her? She thought she knew the answers. Perhaps he was not here because he was looking for his missing queen, he could have been chased away by those who took over her pack in her absence, and he would have had to search the whole of Boreas to find her.

Lurid was not as angry with him as she had been with Sanguine. Eldritch had been there to help her raise MIrovis, he had shown his support of her and devotion to her. Finally, she pulled herself up from her laying position on the ground, detaching herself from the snow and making herself appear like a ghost out of the snow. Slowly she approached him, moving with all the confidence of a slowly drifting continent and the carriage of a queen.

Relaxing a short distance from him, close enough that they didn't have to yell, but not close enough that he could attack her if he felt like it. She supposed she was within lunging distance, but she could handle anything he wanted to dish out. Lifting a paw against her was not advised, as she would quickly put him in his place, but she would welcome an embrace or some other show of his missing her. "Te desideravi, frater." Her tones were warmer than their frigid surroundings but held a warning in those dual tones. Why wasn't he waiting for her to return once the metal beast was abandoned, once he couldn't find her?