Just you and me, baby

He paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to look at his fiance. Had he not told her about his siblings? He had told Hazel. It had been well known among the two of them, and she had used it to push him into breaking ties with his father. But he had told Ignita, had he? He sighed softly, finding it still painful to speak of despite the distance of time.

“I had quite a few siblings when I was born. One whose coat was a twin in patterns to my own, except red instead of blue. One who had allergies to the world around her, and another girl who never mastered the art of fighting. Calypso, Makara, Morgawr. Three girls, myself, and Levi. He took Calypso away one day and returned without her. Makara and Morgawr vanished some time later. They were weaker, and didn’t learn fighting as fast as me and Levi. His frustration with them was obvious, and one by one they vanished. I don’t know if I'll ever learn what become of them.” and the sibling that was left was the coldest of the litter, the hardest to bond with. “Like he gave up on his children, he gave up on the Armada, too. That’s how I became Warlord.”