The days were growing closer and closer to his idiot brothers wedding. Honestly, he was still surprised that the man had decided to go ahead and marry Yesimire. He really couldn’t see them together. Yesimire was fine and all, she was a Princess of her lands, direct descendent of the Throne under Lucaya.. but Phobus had more eyes towards her sister. Yet, that girl had decided to go with Helius of Dawnshire. That surprised him more than seeing his brother with some broad. Helius was weak, ineffectual. He didn’t know how to please woman, only his daddy. They had actually grown up with a stable father figure - a stable parental figure instead. Phobus and Deimus? Forced to grow up by themselves. Fast, hard. The world was a place that broke those who let it down. It broke spirits, hearts, and minds. When they had returned to their mothers not so loving embrace here in Amberbjorne, it was a bit of a culture shock for Phobus. Deimus accepted it easier, he adjusted better. For that, Phobus was jealous. How could he just abandon his brother? Easily accept this new lifestyle of being a Prince of some pack..
Added to that, his mother had taken a new lover. Mabbit. He was a bit surprised she hadn’t ####ed it up yet. She had a habit of abandoning her family. Abandoning those she claimed she loved. She’d done it to her only sons, and she’d probably do it to the ‘King’. The man allowed his crimson rubies to glance around the darkening forest, his body resting in the shadows. Shaking his head slightly, he decided that he’d thought about his mother enough for one lifetime, and lifted himself off the ground. His onyx body began gliding through the trees in front of him, still keeping to the background and keeping himself hidden. No reason to make himself known in the area. That was until he heard a voice in front of him. Well, not really a voice. More of a sigh, someone sounding like they were frustrated with their day to day life. Phobus could usually cure something for a night. Slipping forward, but keeping himself hidden in the brush, he watched the girl pace back and forth, huffing a bit in annoyance. What had her so riled up?
Watching her silently, he attempted to reach in the way back of his brain who this was. She was obviously a member of Amberbjorne, he’d seen her at meetings but.. what was her name? Suddenly it clicked, and his eyes narrowed slightly out of delight. Ayara. Mabbit’s daughter. He knew that the King had some children with another woman in their old home, they had all traveled to Starfall together before they had met his mother. Truthfully, Phobus had never spoke to Ayara before. She seemed to be a bit of an ingima to him. Mysterious, not very talkative at meetings, and just the quiet type. All things that Phobus looked for in a woman. The monster took a small step forward and not knowing his surroundings, he stepped on a small stick. The crack that it caused echoed through the silent air, and Phobus immediately looked down before back up through the bushes to Ayara. Her attention had whipped towards the sound that he had made. “Phobus, is that you?” My, the girl had good instincts. His smile only grew as she stuttered out some more words. ”I-I’m sorry if it’s not, I- I-…I was rehearsing everyone’s names. I’m bad with names.”
The man decided it was probably best to make his entrance. Sliding out of the darkness, his onyx body making itself known in the clearing. “How’d you know?” He chuckled out darkly, crimson rubies locking onto her china blues. He had to admit, she was gorgeous. Even if she was his mother’s husband’s daughter. Wow, that was a mouthful to say. They weren’t directly related, after all. No blood relation, which meant it wouldn’t be weird if something were to happen between them. Mabbit would probably have his head if he hurt Ayara, but what could the so-called King do? Themis wouldn’t allow him to hurt her son. Deimus wouldn’t allow that. “I’m surprised. The only thing that gave me away was stepping on a stick?” Another chuckle left his maw, stopping in front of her. He towered over her, his large body bulky with muscle. She could certainly handle her own, but she was no match to the Prince. “You’re out here alone, practicing the names of members of the Pack. I have to say, that’s quite unique.” He glanced away, pretending to give a disinterested look. But he turned back to her, giving her a small, gentle smile. That was difficult. Phobus had never been ‘gentle’ in his life. But with Ayara, he figured she’d spook easily.
“You’re Mabbit’s daughter, aren’t you? How do you feel about him being with Themis? I know it might be a bit weird seeing your father with another woman besides your mother. I wish I could sympathize, the whole new spouse thing. I never knew my father. I’m a bit jealous you have a good one.” He mumbled the last bit, taking a seat near her and locking his rubies on her once again. “Deimus and I were surprised when we returned to see her with someone. She was known to be a bit promiscuous in her homeland. That’s how we came to be. That’s what the stories say.” Talking his mother down was something Phobus would always continue to do. He held resentment for the woman who had birthed him and left them. Dumped them on some lonely bitch. When they came here, life had hardened the brothers. Phobus could only trust himself, he only had himself. That was his life now.
