Unsteady Footing

It had been a few weeks since the passing of his brother, or at least he thought it had been. He wasn?t sure if the day Loccian had told him had been the day Octavian had passed or if she?d perhaps told him a day or two after. Regardless, it had been several weeks since the news had been broken to him and still he was recovering. He understood that his brother wasn?t coming back ever again. Death wasn?t a hard concept to get, it happened on a daily basis; it was a part of life. Pontifex would just never be able to come to terms with it. So many years wasted at the hands of his father, shunning his brother and sister, making their lives miserable and he would never be able to make it up to his brother. One time he was allowed with his brother before he was taken from him. A brief exchange between the siblings before Octavian ceased to walk the earth. Rage consumed the grey and onyx brute at the injustice of time between he and his brother. He had just gotten him back only to lose him again! And yet, the rage was directed at himself. It was his fault he had had such little time with Octavian. He hadn?t made the effort to talk more to his brother, to spend more time with him. His brother had departed without Pontifex bidding him goodbye and he had no one to blame but himself. He was pathetic.


Now all he had left was Loccian and he needed to do things right with her. He couldn?t let them get to the point where Octavian?s situation repeated itself. He needed to take care of his sister to the best of his abilities. And that?s what he?d been doing. Spending time with her, making sure she was alright, since their brother?s death was affecting her a little more strongly. After all, she?d been beside Octavian when he?d taken his last breath. But today he?d just decided to out on his own, see a little bit more of Alacritis, explore the places he hadn?t been to yet. And that?s what he was doing as he padded up to what others called the Antiox. He?d heard rumors that it was a boat, a kind of machine that carried strange two-legged creatures a long time ago, but was now just another part of the Alacritis landscape. He wasn?t particularly curious about it, but it didn?t hurt to just look around.


He stood before the massive boat, though the massive structure looked nothing what he assumed a boat would look like, not that he would be a good wolf to reference for something like that anyway. He didn?t know how long it had been here, but he guessed it was a while. The amount of snow and ice packed onto the thing told him as much. Despite it being covered in snow, the place was a unique scent to it, one he was sure he wouldn?t forget anytime soon. Golden gems danced across the figure of the boat, examining it, studying it as he debated whether or not to climb up and see if the view from up there offered anything different.



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