God Bless The Broken Road

Erani had lost their home to a stranger, to someone who sought nothing more then vengeance and cared not whether she was ruining lives. Valhalla had been his home for as long as he could remember, it had been in the paws of his family for a long time, and now no more. As soon as he could, he had returned to his den and scooped up his children and his wife, saying nothing as he moved them from the new tyrants grasp. He would not remain a second longer should the new leader decide to keep them against their will, no. Leon would give no chance and risk nothing with his new family, and so they had left Valhallan lands. The children protesting slightly, but seemingly more intrigued in seeing the world. He knew Ashtoreth was worried, possibly afraid even. But he would wait to speak until they got somewhere safe, and would instead walk in silence with family in tow. Ashelia would be carried in his mouth, for her small body seemed to be having trouble in keeping up with them. His heart fell heavy with each step further from the plains, but it had to be done. Perhaps another time he would return alone and see who the new leader was, but his loyalty lied with the Adravendi's, and them alone. They were family, after all. And he knew that someday they would rise up again, and it was then that Leon would stand behind or at the shoulder of Syrinx or whomever was bold enough to retrieve the rightful Adravendi crown.

After what seemed like miles, he would lead them among trees that were filled with birdsong. Spring had turned everything green again, thus flowers were blooming and butterflies and bees going about their business. Blue eyes gazed about, nostrils taking in the many new scents as he made sure there was no danger lurking here. Once he felt it was safe, he put Ashelia down at his feet, the young girl sitting there as she waited for her mother to join them. Turning to Ashtoreth, he would nuzzle her gently. "We'll stay here for now."