Mad World

Syrinx was a man of few words but countless actions. His actions were not always in the best means, but alas, they were what made him the leader he was. He had taken up arms against Chrysanthe (willingly stood down, of course) and he had not been present when the passing of his father had come. Still, those defining moments in his life did not entirely make him what he was. There were things that had just come to be about the Adravendi. For example, his unwillingness to change was brought on by his mother. Guinevere had been a rock and she had no doubt given that trait to every single one of her children. Cairo, was te loyalist of the bunch and, if nothing else, had given the kids a sense of pride in one another.

Still, Syrinx did not see his sister come to him and hold herself in a position of pride. And though her words were not sad in any means of the word, there was still a distance that left the man drawing his lips back and allowing a low growl to resonate in his throat. Something was amiss, but he would not pressure her into telling him. She simply would or she would not. The brother and sister ad the similarity of knowing that if there was something they didn't want to be known or said...they would go to their graves before an utterance came from their lips. Their stubborness was unmatched.

"I've never been far," a small crack formed over his muzzle. A legion of scarrs bridled him down his body now from the flames, and they seemed to twist and turn the same way a fire would. They were mesmerizing to look at, but dangerous all the same. For him, they were suiting, "Everyone misses me do they not? I'm fabulous; or have you forgotten?" He only needed to ask her the single question. He knew the whereabouts of his Chrysanthe, and Eos and him had long departed. His heart was no longer hers and he could no longer picture her as anything but gone...perhaps even dead. Even in flesh and bone she would return to him and he thought he could picture her as no less, "Where are you living?" the scent on her body was unfamiliar on her but he felt as though he knew the words that would fall from her lips.