I'd be the voice that urged orpheus, when her body was found

Sagittarius Fallen

Sagittarius watched her siblings gather around soon enough. A smile flashing to each one and a nip playfully given to her brother Cutlass. Ears perked as the brute had spoken out, stating that their mother was his sister. So that would make him her uncle. Excitement soon almost boiling over. Introducing himself as Pontifex, the name seemed to match him, wondering if she could call him uncle instead, the masculine greeted Pythia and the rest of them.

Their bloodlines holding powers? And here their uncle was going to give these lessons they all needed to learn. What was a sermon? She wondered. Did it mean the same thing as a lesson? It had too right? Her tail waved gently behind her as ears twisted forwards listening carefully, studying each word that fell from their uncles lips.

Wasn't she just talking to her sister about greatness just the other day? The young girl listened and watched her uncle. Abraxas was envied? How could someone hate others? And be jealous of what others were. Sagittarius began to not care for this lesson, stamping her paw down into the ground.

"Why would others wish to harm those around them? Why be jealous of another and not just accept?" She closed her eyes, pondering and thinking of different outcomes and ways the others could have solved the problems. But no! They only casted Abraxas out, shamed him in ways. Eyes turning to the grounds. She cursed the gods that cast Abraxas to the mortals. Cursed fairly under her breath so no one could hear.