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[Aela]

Had they been speaking more in depth of Wherewolf, Aela would have argued that it was nothing paternal that drove her half-brother. It was an obsession; a fixation that seemed (to Aela) a borderline madness. But she was not here to make excuses or understand the pegasus’ frame of mind. All that concerned her was that the brutish stallion was of use to her - to their - cause and she wouldn’t allow him to slip away from it so easily.

”Have you any other beasts that can double or triple themselves?” Aela questions him. Her blue eyes moved away from his then, glancing out towards the shadows. There were supposedly others in Taiga, and while it was in their favor that they seemingly hadn’t opposed Obscene’s rule, the quiet could only aid them in so much. Werewolf was an asset that they couldn’t afford to lose.

They needed numbers - those with strong gifts and traits - to fill their ranks again.

She begins to move forward, listening to the cacophony of sounds as the rain continues to fall, as they stroll over the leaf litter, as they walk in this forest that has continued to resist the test of time, despite Aela’s wishes that it wouldn’t. Carnage had supposedly drowned this forest before, and the palomino frowns, wondering what would have compelled the Dark God to bring it back. Her ear flicks absent-mindedly towards Obscene, listening as he speaks of future plans and goals. It is no secret that he has always wanted Tephra; the onyx-and-gold beast had always made it sound like something of a birthright.

His father had once ruled there, so it doesn’t surprise her that Obscene would want to press his own claim.

The thought of leaving the Taiga behind them certainly sounds appealing.

But Aela - as always - has other thoughts as well.

Think bigger, the slender palomino wills into his mind. The memories of the South sinking, of nearly drowning, plays over and over again. Aela doesn’t relent - making it feel as they are both momentarily trapped beneath the sea, unable to reach the surface. Cheri had drained her powers when they had used them to locate Fyr, but it is the determination from that encounter that powers her for this one. The images vanish and the palomino pushes another thought into Obscene’s skull. What good is Tephra to us if it sinks as well? Perhaps the Mountain decides to strike down the East, or reduce this very forest to ash.

When the quiet settles between them both again, Aela glances consideringly at the Taigan leader.

What happens when a soul summoner channels with a storm-maker? she wonders to him, trying to lead him down her current train of thoughts. Could they raise a storm fueled by a raging soul? What happens when a fire-starter and ice-wielder come together? Could they make a flame so cold that it burns? Her head tilts towards his, trying to gauge the reaction in his fiery gaze.

Kingdoms would come and go; they would always ebb and flow like a tide.

But Magic, to understand its laws and limits, what better path is there for Immortals who have nothing but time?

@Obscene