what's a hero to a villan,

He couldn't go very far from the wisteria tree that the den was located in. Partly because of physical limitations but also because of the rules. The woods seemed endless, and he was certain that with how thick the trees grew together that he would never find his way back. However, Angel would never in a million years admit to that fact. He couldn’t get lost, he always knew exactly where he was, or at least that was the face that he would portray to anyone who was looking.

The young Angel was a picture of confidence as he poked his little half and half nose out of the den, curiosity getting the better of him while his mother was currently not looking. There was a warmth in the air with the Austerian Spring, and Angel could see, even in the moonlight, that their home tree was beginning to bloom. The tree species was, of course, the very first plant the young boy learned to identify.

Mismatched paws cautiously crept forward. The boy tried to exude confidence, he wasn’t afraid of anything. Least of all the rumored ghosts that lived here. He lifted his little gilded head and took a few steps out under the brilliant moon lit blooms.


"Speech"

other than it's perfect half?

Made by Medi

With her head resting on her paws while she laid off to the side in their family den, she watched as Angel crept outside while everyone else was seemingly distracted. They weren’t supposed to leave home and especially not on their own so she was immediately curious about where he was off to. She glanced back at their siblings and parents for a moment to make sure she could also slip out unnoticed, creeping quietly toward the exit while keeping an eye on the rest of their family. She certainly didn’t want to get in trouble, but she didn’t want to cause a commotion and ruin her chance to spy on her brother.

Peeking outside though the moon lit wisteria, Octavia’s silver gaze looked though the shadows to watch as Angel went out into the moonlight. She didn’t know if all the stuff they had been told about ghosts in the forest was really real or not, but she hasn’t really felt inclined to test that theory until now. Angel seemed pretty sure of himself from here and it made Via wonder if he knew something that she didn’t. Were the woods totally safe and she just didn’t know it yet? Or maybe he had seen one of the ghosts before and knew they were nothing to be afraid of? Curious, Octavia very quietly crept up behind her brother till she was close enough to to whisper, “Whatcha doin?”

"Octavia"