Every day, Echo wakes up. That's something that can't be denied, she actually manages to drag her fluffy ass out of the den every damn day. Can't contend with that. She gets up particularly early today, the sun just starting to peek over the Plains. No one else was up yet, and that made life easier. Ma hadn't specifically told her not to, so why not? Seemed natural. Seemed logical. Seemed like it would be just fine. Head high, the rolling thunder steps boldly out into first light. Her shadow is long, dew clinging to her legs as she brushes through the tall grass. What would she find? What was out here? Hell if she knew, but it sounded like a good thing. Maybe she'd tempt fate on the edge of the borders, looking for Fable again. He'd been so lovely... Echo hadn't told anyone of her friend. She'd keep him all to herself, and that would be lovely. More than happy with that, rolling gait, early morning all to herself. Can't top mornings like this. heroes get remembered DERECHO WRECKAGE bad bitches never die

Tyranis Tyranis yawned and stretched out his small paws, momentarily rubbing against the warmth of his mother’s fur before opening his marigold eyes. It took time to focus but as soon as they did they zeroed in on the fading form of his sister and narrowed. His sisters were awful but Derecho was the worst. She thought she was so cool , always sneaking around Abaven, and making their mother worry. “What’s so great about her?” He thought as she silently moved further and further away from the den. He waited to see just how far she strayed from the den and after a certain point he rose to his own paws an bumbled clumsily after her. He was going to show her that she wasn’t that great, or special, and he was going to knock her down a peg or two. “Where ya going Durrecho?” He asks with a cutting tone, making sure he drags her name in the way only an idiot would. Why exactly he hated any of his sisters was a mystery. None of them had been particularly unkind to him, or mocked him, and yet he still felt as though they had inherently wronged him. text Speech

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She stretches, picking her head up high. Nothing could stop her, she's the rolling thunder. On the horizon line the sun breaks like an egg, spilling out, filling everything with a bloody red. What a backdrop. She's sharp. Nothing can touch how sharp she is, though small. Smallest, other than Corentine who was... barely useful, anyway. And not super bright. That was fine, Echo would protect her like she'd protect mom. The voice that grates on her system, makes her skin craw, hackles rise... Tyranis was coming from behind her, the direction of the den. "Sup, ugly?" There was no subtext, the eyeroll that came with the greeting for her brother. She stretches, bows low, then springs back to her paws. Despite being in that gangly stage, she fit her paws okay. They would never be very big, so the rather small bits of her weren't so out of proportion. Spooky eyes. Spooky on his face, smirking slightly. They're blue and silvery, ghastly. Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde in the body of a pretty little girl. heroes get remembered DERECHO WRECKAGE bad bitches never die

Tyranis He narrowed his eyes, of course she was too dumb to come up with anything clever, not like he had. To Tyranis any shortcoming of his sisters was a victory to him, and he lived to elicit as many of his sister’s faults as he could, especially from Derecho. She could be the Rolling Thunder, he was something far greater; hotter than the sun and deadly, a force to strike fear into the hearts of lesser wolves. He was the Lightning Bolt. He rose onto his back paws to meet her, his sister’s paws connecting with his chest, his own paws raised to come down on her, his back paws propelling him forward to use his weight against her. Even as clumsy as his form is, he was still bigger and heavier than his siblings, and unlike his sister he has every intention of hurting her. He had been careful in choosing when he would strike, and had waited until they were far enough from the den that their mother wouldn’t hear their exchanges or any shrill yelps they might elicit, but if she screamed that would be another matter entirely. text Speech