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The twins wandered the forest, conversing between themselves. This wasn't unusual, of course, as they were incredibly close and almost never went anywhere without one another. No one would dare question them either, considering their ranks as Dvorayne. Not that there was any reason to distrust them, of course. After all, hadn't they always supported Kerrigan, even helped her gain power?
Curiosities as to the purpose of their walk aside, the two had an interesting point of conversation for the day, the E'clairs. It was innocent enough, touching on the family's history and the line's members. They gave vague comments about their encounters, the two able understand the unsaid words between them that made the conversation have far more meaning, but only to them. It was unwise to talk too much about Tasman's relatives in public, at least in any overly positive aspect. They were points of interest in Kerrigan's disappearance, so they drew enough attention to warrant this apparently light conversation, but not too much more, aside from the obvious question. Was she the cause of the missing Tsar? Well, they already had their answer, but couldn't have others knowing that.
Quickly enough, as they neared the more populated places, their conversations transformed away from that particular family and into the Tsar, Boyar, and their own, recently deceased mother. Kerrigan missing, Everette not stepping up, Springlockedgrave's suicide. In the matter of half a moon, everything had been thrown into chaos.
The porcelain female had been keeping crystal eyes focused on white skies, the breeze a welcome chill upon heated skin. The feathers of fur like snow tickled the soft pink of her nose and she clenched her teeth to ignore the sensation. She had been born and raised in BrookClan, knowing no other life and longing for nothing than the sweet taste of peace — or the closest equivalent they were capable of achieving. Being a devotee of Cauil, however, posed its own challenges; it seemed she was due for a life of pain. Unaware of any other path, she accepted her god given gift with a welcome heart, ignoring the white hot blades that would dig deeper with every action. Overhearing voices on the wind, she turned, at first convinced she’d conjured them to quell the loneliness in her bones, but it was none other than the twins of the group, the toms seemingly inseparable. She had wanted to approach, let loose the words that danced upon her tongue to a song only she could hear through the trees; the topic of conversation steered her anotherdirection though. She had only picked up one word — Tasman — but it was enough to pique her curiosity. She had heard the rumors being spread by those filled with doubt. It had twisted her innards in knots. She wasn’t one to approve of gossip, but it was the way of life — even she found herself at the heart of a few small lies meant to harm her. Though she internally screamed to turn back she found herself following them subtly, gaze observing the beauty around her as she eavesdropped. Conversation quickly changed once they neared the courtyard, much to her annoyance, but she shook it off. It still held some intrigue.
The twins had noticed their companion some time ago. But until they arrived at the more populated parts of BrookClan, they'd chosen to ignore her presence. Until now. Blazehowl's head turned, the large orange tom, with his thick fur and sharp golden eyes that seemed to bore right through the she-cat, was intimidating to say the least, especially in comparison with his twin, Lakeveil. His sister was definitely the charmer of the two.
"Why are you following us?" The Dvorayne's voice was deep and reverberating, seeming to shake through the trees with a dangerous sort of coldness.
