Winter had come and gone, wrecking the herald in a way he hadn't formerly known possible. The Lord was slain, and his beloved brother was the executioner. With such a revelation held close to his heart, how was he supposed to continue? He aimed to preach the gospel as much as he could, remind others that the Lord was once a creature of light and love. Not the monster that he had died as.

Alabaster paws skimmed delicately over the sparse grass, a chilly wind ruffling his feathery coat. Today, there were weak sunbeams warming his spine. It felt good to shake off the brutality of winter. He wasn't meant for such harsh weather, not like his brother. Nose to the ground, he let his long whiskers sweep across the foliage in search of some herbs. After all, if he was meant to be useful to his family, he would need to build up a store. Even a meagre one would be helpful in many situations. He had heard of a shaman living with that Lunashka woman who knew of herbs and spirits. Perhaps he would seek her out, and see what she knew.

With the weather the way it was, he remembered an encounter with a smaller male. Spider. Who had helped him when Michael had reaped vengeance upon him. He hadn't seen the man in a while. The golden titan prayed that he was well. Perhaps he would seek out some boneset in his honour.

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Darya had been lurking close to the family den but she wasn't certain she was comfortable really joining Dom or Da. Some part of her was still angry at Da for pushing Mama away, she was also angry at Olya for taking Marvel away. As far as she was concerned her family was falling apart at the seams and she wanted nothing more than to see them together again... And she more than understood she was part of the problem but some part of her felt she

She moved between the trees, hellfire gaze turned towards snow white paws. She wasn't exactly confident in her movements; she felt she took up too much space and instead of having a real sort of course she was mostly just plodding through the snow more just to move than anything else.

A familiar scent reached her and Darya stopped, thinking briefly about what she might want to do. She wondered if maybe her uncle returned the fold she could help bring her family back together; so the girl changed her course and sought out her wayward uncle. Finally spotting him she gave a soft bark to get his attention.


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Auds would swivel to the sound of a wordless call for attention. Chiseled features would twist towards the source not long after, sightless gaze pointed somewhere over the larger girl's shoulder. The scent drifted to him quickly enough. One of Samael's youngest brood. He hadn't had the pleasure to spend much time with her, unfortunately. Darya, was her name. Lips curved upward into a gentle smile, pale ears drooping in a friendly manner. He wondered if she was still young enough to be horrified by his tattered face, as most children had been when he approached.

"Good afternoon, child." He murmured softly, turning his lean form about so that he might face her in a semblance of a face to face conversation. "What can I do for you today? I'm afraid I don't know where your father is." Nor am I entirely sure I would want to. The golden titan thought to himself cruelly. Though Samael had only been doing what he felt needed to be done, Gabriel resented him for murdering their Father.

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