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Syrinx had already been exposed to a lot of those he had not thought would be brought to him soquickly. Though, he had asked for it giving?his ?sounding off?. His daughter, a stranger, and even his sister had come. So, it was expected that word was flourishing that he was back and?he had to be prepared to deal with the things that would come from it. A sly smirk painted itself across his inky lips as the boy trailed another?woman?s scent anyways. It was her he was focused on. His blood was the most important to him--and hers was a misplaced scent. It was in a?place it did not belong and immediately he could feel curiosity pulse through his body. He could only beging to wonder why his sister was?displaced. This was not Seracia. He had been here before, though, it was not under claims. ?
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?Syrinx pressed his nose further towards the ground. It was certainly Epiphron here, and he could find those that were closer to her, alas--it?did not particularly help the fact that he was brimming with wonderment. A sigh slithered from his inky lips. Keeping track of them was?going to be the death of him. Of course, he was boldly aware of the fact that if he himself would actually stay put he would know more about?where they were and what they were doing. In continuation, they would also probably feel a little better knowing that their brother wasn?t?flaunting around being an idiot. Well, or dead as Chrysanthe had so lightly put it. ?
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?He wondered what kind of scolding he was in for from Epiphron. She was a bit more fiery than Chrysanthe was (unless Chrysanthe was in?the heat of battle. Damn, that was fine.) and he had to put a bit of thought towards what she?d do staring at his new and improved?
appearance. Or, what was left of it. He looked particularly grotesque. Where fur used to be on the left side of his body he was?
particularly more naked. The lower left side of his jaw (beside where the exposed bone was) there was a lack of fur, patches were missing,?and his entire front side of his left leg was just skin. Gross effects of fire were left behind, and their damage was cleanly written across his?entire self. He was a scarred mess, and he hoped he could get away with the stupidity that had landed him there. After all, if he had to?unmask a fear it was Epiphron. She?d secretly be happy he was alive, though her displeasure with his appearance would overrule her, and he?wondered if she?d bother yelling at him or just shaking her head at him because she expected more. Women (his sisters) were complicated.?
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?Despite his fears the canine still cocked his head back and called for his sister. Epiphron surely still has some kind of soft spot for him, and?even if he had to prod and pry a bit he'd rip it to the eyes of her being and let her see something to be proud of. ?
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"Speech!".

Regret. The taste of it was so familiar to her now; it caught in her throat, refusing to let her forget. How many mistakes had she made? The former queen saw her adoptive brother's snarling face in her dreams. She saw the siblings that she had never been close to. She saw the anger in her daughter's eyes as she told her they were leaving the place they had always known as home. She was painfully aware of how far she was from her children, so many of them -- none has chosen to come with them to Ebony.

A familiar voice would pull her from the depths of her somber thoughts. Her body had been moving on its own, paws stepping daintily in front of one another as she trailed the borders of her new home. The stench was familiar, but so alien to her just the same. Nostalgia flooded through her, warming deep within her chest and making her heart beat ever so slightly faster. The sound of blood flowing rapidly through her veins made her head pound lightly, her mind whirling. A mixture of excitement and annoyance filled her being. Syrinx had returned -- but where had he gone in the first place? He was so elusive this last year, always just barely out of reach; and when he did make his presence known to her, he was gone just as quickly as he had appeared. He had yet to even meet her children, and had not even seen her husband since they were children. A exasperated snort fell from inky lips as she redirected herself toward the source of his scent.

His call sounded soon after she recognized his scent. He lingered near the lake. Slowly he came into view, a sight for sore eyes for the woman, despite his grotesque appearance. Epiphron was growing used to her siblings becoming more disfigured each time she reunited with them -- and so she gave no visible reaction to seeing him. Her gaze was intense and curious as she drew nearer to him. It was obvious that his flesh had been burned, and she cocked her head slightly to the side and she paced near him, not yet coming to a halt as sapphire blue eyes danced over her kin.

"So bold, daring to enter the lands of an unfamiliar pack," she observed with a bit of fire in her voice. "It seems my brother has not changed much." She could be frustrated with him, could even> be downright pissed off; but she would never deny her love for him, even if nobody else in the world understood it. A slight smirk played at the corners of her mouth and she pulled herself a single step closer. "Where the hell have you been, Syrinx?" Her voice was firm, but not at all lacking in warmth.

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The cretin had never been one to stay out for long. He was a vermin and he needed excitement. That, however, had not been why he left Alacritis. Matter of fact, there had been no good reason for his having done that. Distraction? Perhaps. That was the only amiable excuse he could come up with that did not seem perfectly ridiculous. Least to his eyes. In every one else's he was aware of the fact that they probably thought he was crazier than he actually was. However, it wasn't arguable to say that their concerns we're misplaced. The canine has become a source of worry. A leader that might disappear, a brother that could be dead, and a thorn in the side to his enemies. Briefly; he wondered how Isardis was. ?

? Epiphron appeared and said the exact words that he expected. Did she know how predictable she was? Didn't bother her? Or had she simple accepted it as though she should? It was not a bad trait, exactly. He wondered how fighting her was. Attacking her would be a fun twist...alas he withheld himself from taking to such an adventure. The fiery beast didn't care whose land he was on. His sister was here and that bought him accessibility. If anyone said otherwise he would gladly have taken their crown from their head and changed their impudent little thinking. In his eyes he was
A god pulling down those who opposed him. ?

"never been anything less than bold. Pippy. Glad you recall," there was something fragmented about his speech. It was lacking something. Was it raspy from the smoke of the fire? Was it deepened from age...? No, not the latter. He had been mature before he left. Then what? What was there? Oh, but it was what was not. His voice was clear and almost hollow. Ghostlike and emotionless. That was new for him. Why the emotionless repeal? He would learn later. ?

? "I was distracted. Everyone else was falling down. I watched you walk from a crown. I watched chrysanthe lose hers," pitiful excuse and given that she knew him as she did she would pick up on something more. Syrinx, however, once making his mind about something up was 'til death about it; like he had decided to leave Alacritis he had not been stopped--and like he had decided not to share reasons for leaving with others; he would not. "what is this place anyways. This is not your kingdom,"?

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