getting inside my head

A madman in disguise to one, a heathen beneath the surface to the other. Akito has always been complacent. Diligent, hard-working, dutiful, loyal, all the things that lords looked for in heirs. Which he was, but with the new brood aging that had real blood ties, would he be replaced? The thought hadn’t settled with him for awhile now, but it was something he chose not to dwell on. He would deal with it when the time came - if it ever did.

For now, he push down his emotion, his thought, his opinion, and focus on the here and now. The concern that edged around Bjorn’s gaze. Ah, is that where Vidarr had gone? To the Hallows? Clove had mentioned something and so had Maki. His ears were to the ground, not much got past him. A shadow knew all.

“Too many wolves have not utilized their intelligence to avoid it,” Akito replied, his tone grim and rumbling with agitation. How could anyone not clearly see how sick these prey animals were? The antelope spread out before them kept trying to dig their horns into the dirt before eating said dirt. Disgusting enough to make his stomach curdle. “The bamboo is safe, for now. There are signs of it around Shimmering Shore, but not as thick as up here,” he delivers the news directly, hoping it eases some of Bjorn’s concern.

“If Delphi reigns supreme and Vidarr,” he’s never once called the man father or even his own biological father the same either, “has retired to Hearthstone. What is your plan?” Akito inquires genuinely. He does care for all of his siblings - even the ones who didn’t stick around. Which in truth, was all of them, but neither had his parents either. Was he lonely?