Morea

[08/02/XX]
In the midst of a lair of albino crows, all flocked together in the Everbloom Gardens, a small cracking sound breached the air. Heads turned, and wings flickered, as the eggs in the nest began to twitch; the movement more violent than their struggle any day prior.

Shimi ushered her daughter closer, encouraging Silaila to shift forward to imprinting distance. Not that Shimi had any issues with her son-in-law, Kubal- but Shimi was eager for her grandchildren to undertake the trials, like their maternal lineage had.

The first snout to emerge from the shells was as pale as both their parents- but as the full head emerged, Shimi found herself grinning. Yes, these would make very strong necros.

[10/02/XX]
Morea narrowed her eyes as she watched Silaila argue back and forth with Shimi. Beside Morea her siblings were napping, completely unaware if the chaos occurring just outside their nest's walls. The pair of wildclaws were bickering with tongues and tempers alike, wings fluffing up and flaring out as each crow attempted to dominate over the other.

Silaila, who had abandoned the Plaguebringer's trials at the earliest point possible, didn't believe the reward would be worth her children's efforts. Morea listened attentively as Silaila pressed the power of the albino crows, as hated as they were by their own kind, against her mother- arguing that the virulent strain of their power alone would be enough to push the children to success.

Shimi, meanwhile, was adamant that the power of a Necromancer would serve the triplets well. Morea pushed Balanos' sniffling snout to the side, considering the arguement Shimi was pushing forward. Morea's grandmother had made it through all of the Plaguebringer's trials, and had the powers to prove it- and the support of other Necromancers, as well. Though Silaila was shunned by the society for her careless disregard of the last trial, Shimi argued that the triplets could use the extra support in their life, should they ever find themselves alone in Sornieth

Silaila thought that was a ridiculous idea; her children would never be alone.

[11/02/XX]
Morea was alone.

Or, rather, Morea was all but alone. With only Balanos by her side, Morea's survival chances were as good as if she were roaming the Labyrinth alone.

A group of crows had ambushed the nesting grounds; her family had stayed still for too long. The albino hides were easy to spot among the Gardens' backdrop, and the wildclaws were forced to scatter under the siege their darker coloured cousins brought down upon them. Notheil had scrambled into action as soon as possible- attempting to scoop the newly born hatchlings into her arms amidst the chaos of the ambush attack.

Yet, she'd only managed to grab a hold of the one crow before the attackers had forced her to flee.

Morea may be young, but she'd heard enough talk from the elders that she knew better to stay still, however. Dragging her younger brother ("by five minutes, Morea! Five! Minutes!") by the scruff, Morea fled into the undergrowth of the Labyrinth. A particularly thick growth of white flowers (flora she'd later know as chickweed) caught her eye, and Morea shoved Balanos into the plants before burying her own body deep into the plant. When Balanos opened his mouth to protest the rough treatment, Morea slammed her foot onto his snout, forcing his teeth to clink quietly as his jaw slammed shut.

Morea snarled in all but noise, bearing her teeth aggressively at her younger brother as the sound of battling grown ups filled the air.

"Quiet, you fool!"

Her expression screamed the words she dared not speak, and Balanos- finally- seemed to get the message. Whether or not he understood the amount of danger they were under, Morea couldn't say- but he understood exactly how seriously his sister was treating this situation. And so, he settled down- folding his wings close to himself, and only rising his head marginally when Morea lifted her limb from his head. Morea, content Balanos wasn't about to do something incredible stupid shifted around silently to settle down beside him.

Flank to flank, the two siblings waited for the battling to die down.

For their fates to be decided.

[13/02/XX]
Morea was following the instinct in her gut; the part of her Shimi had urged their mother to grow. It was calling to her, guiding her (and Balanos, in turn). Soon they would reach the Wastelands, the home of the Mother Shimi and their mum had argued about so often. There, they wouldn't be alone. There, they could finally fight for themselves.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" Balanos grumbled, as they stopped to gnaw at some crow carcasses.

"Where we were going to go anyway." Morea huffed; wasn't it obvious? Shimi had talked about the Wastelands so often. Especially when the adult crows argued over where the clan should move to next.

"..." Balanos leveled his sister with a deadpanned look, Morea narrowed her eyes back in return. Was he really that stupid, or was he just playing dumb?

"We'll probably run into everyone else while we're there." Morea stated, and watched as Balanos rolled his eyes and turned back to his crow. Nope, he was actually that dumb; honestly. How this brat would survive without the trials, Morea didn't know. She'd heard her parents discussing invasions from other crows so often- surely he didn't think they'd be safe back in the Labyrinth?

No, they would be far safer to move to the Wastelands; where everyone was openly struggling for survival. Where everyone was as straight forward as Balanos, and Morea herself.



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