Never there

Arcus like his perch above his den, the slight outcropping of rock and stone that allowed him to view his skies without meeting up with his littermates. The height seemed to do him well too, just enough above a head that it often got ignored. It wasnt very often that he was seen, and if he was it wasnt very often he was spoken too. Like a black sheep, he was often on the outskirts of his large family and not willingly. Astrea, too, always seemes to stick to the backgrounds but even she was targetted by their big brothers. She always knew she was loved.

He would continue to stare out at the horizon, waiting for a storm to roll in or night to settle so he could go to bed. Tempest perched on his shoulder blades, doing god knew what. He kinda liked the little bird, but it could get on his nerves from time to time. Now seemed to be an exception, however, as Pest’s little twittle alerted him to his brother’s approach. With a silent growl he’d press closer to his perch, trying to stay out of Voltage’s line of sight. When he heard his brother’s whine he couldn’t help the scoff that bubbled from him, too loud for his liking. Slate blue eyes would stare down at his brother, waiting for him to notice him but also hoping he wouldn’t. The last thing he wanted was Volty’s lecture.

"Burn Baby Burn"