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alright so this is an rp thread but also an adoption thread. Sasha is from the House Rainvieg, which is an original monarchy house and the founding house of the monarchy in Brookclan. His sister Anastasia was Tsar until she was betrayed by her brother Rasputin, who helped Kerrigan drive her out.
Sasha was gone for that though because he's lazy and when Anastasia was changing brookclan he saw a hard couple moons ahead and didn't want to deal with it. He's returning now, having heard word that Anastasia's kits she abandoned are making their way to Brookclan. He is bringing along his own four sons as well. They're about 3/4 moons old.
ALL CLAIMED. Will leave their post linked so it's available to refer to.
The shadows were deep, swallowing the five black shapes that moved through them. The eldest with a grace unrivaled, earned through years of dancing delicate steps. The four smaller following along with steps that tried to parody their fathers but were unable to quite attain the same level of affect. Nonetheless the group struck an imposing image, comparable to watching a murder of crows pass one by.
Sasha had insisted they travel early morning, before even dawns light, but his steps were leisurely. Seeming unrushed for all his insistence they leave quickly. He wanted to arrive almost the same time as his sisters litter, but did not want to arrive before them. Hoped that by arriving today in Brookclan, they would be only a few days after his nieces and nephews. The tom had warned his kits of the dangers of the monarchy, had warned them of the madness of their line, had cautioned them of Anastasia's litter.
He felt they were all rather prepared to return, and from his intel he knew that there was no current Tsar. Knew that it was a perfect time for him to slip back within the Monarchies fold and have less fear of being killed upon his return, because he could be a potential rival. From what he had heard of Kerrigan, she had seemed the type though he couldn't know for sure. Having left before she took the throne; though he had suspicions she had been involved in his sisters sudden abdication.
Guillame followed closely behind his father. His one good eye fixated on the path before him. His muscles rippled under his tiny pelt and he walked with a confident posture. It was clear that he was a strong kit despite his limitation.
"Do you think our cousins will be there already?" He asked. He didn't particularly care if they were there or not. After all, he had no plans to become best friends with his elder cousins or to even grow close to them. If they were as mad as their father told them, then they were nothing but a weakness to the blood line. If anything they needed to be disposed of to bring the blood line back into a strong light. Although that would be whenever he or one of his brothers became tsar which was a rather long ways off.
[ @starlight Guillame is already claimed. Amadeus or Daedalus are open if you want to snag one of them? ] [@oceanix yours! aslo remember to keep in mind Sal & Deus have that silent rivalry.]
Sasha hummed absently to Guillame's question, giving a one shouldered shrug after he gave if a moments thought. "It's hard to say dear heart. I can't know how well Anastasia left them equipped or what shape they're in. Thus I have no way to guess how fast they traveled." The words were wrapped in a lie, as Sasha was well aware that at-least one of Anastasia's kits was physically limited. It seemed the curse among the Rainveig line was strong, as Guillame was blind in one eye and one of Anastasia's kits, as far as he could understand, was seemingly half dead.
The sun was slowly creeping over the horizon, waking after a long nights rest. Chasing away the moon that had been doing very little to guide their journey thus far. The change in light would barley affect the journey for him, but he hoped the rise in light would help his kits stop stumbling. He had let their mother baby them, but he had never planned on returning to the monarchy. If she hadn't cheated on him and had the audacity to lie to him about it they might still be a peaceful little family. Far away from the conflicts of aristocracy in the monarchy.
[ yours. feel free to just jump in with him. That means I'll have Amadeus. Who I thought would be very close to Daedalus, if that's cool. I'd love to do lots of threads between them. ]
