Hot coals are sitting on butterflies
Syrinx had left and had made himself a lot of enemies in both staying here, and then turning around to leave. He had abandoned the trust of his allies in Amenti, and he knew that should he ever choose to rule again he would face tests of time. He had to gain back what he had lost in Alacritis, except now, he could admit that he was more ready than ever--and it was obvious as to why he was more willing now. He was not as youthful, and having left Alacritis had allowed him to explore himself. Wisdom was something he could claim to have a better grasp on. Still, he would not claim to be any prodigy of Cairo; because there was so much he was still missing. Cairo had held the capacity to make the rest of the world thrive positively around him. Syrinx wanted his blood to be the only living thing in existence and to actually get there; that was harder said than done. Syrinx had an adamant desire to completely rid the world of anything that wasn?t a fraction Adravendi--or that which held no positivity for their blood line. It was help that he needed and that he wanted to go through and really assist. He had a carnal desire for this life he had not written. Placing it in motion was easier said than done.
?He also no longer held much water to strangers. They all deserved to burn--except the rare few. Some impressed him and others did not, and yet, as eyes turned on a youth that was in the distance he could easily admit that his curiosity was blossoming. She was something different and he was well aware of the fact that she was easily resembling his lineage. She looked like an inverse Epiphron and he desired far too much to question her. Who was your mother? He let his nose guide him into her past--and the scent of the land Epiphron once ruled bridled her coat; however, Epiphron was not to be scented on her. She was not the Adravendi?s daughter then? She would hold no importance to the russet arkhos should she fall short of that bloodline. Swallowing the saliva growing in his maw he let a low growl resonate in the back of his throat and he stared at her expectantly. It was as though he expected her to understand the question running through his mind.
?Then it erupted from his throat, ?Who are you??