The Death Seekers had come and with them bleak news. The war had finally ended, but with it followed not only destruction of three clans, but there seemed to be no survivors. Or, to put it a bit more bluntly, none of which the Death Seekers had accounted for. For once, Weiss took his leave of the Hewn City, blaming himself for letting her run off on such a fool's errand. He hadn't realized that that may have been the last he would ever see of his dear twin sister... and yet, the blood scaled Guardian blamed himself for allowing her to run back to the home she abandoned so long ago. Still, Weiss was not prepared for what awaited him on that battlefield.
The smell of blood hung heavy in the air. A stench that was almost enough to make even those with iron stomachs gag. And all the dead... Weiss was accustomed to the sight of death, but this... this... was worse than what he had ever imagined. So many lifeless eyes staring up at the cloudless, vulture strewn, sky. So many unfamiliar faces that, deep down, he knew were more than likely his kin, his blood. For once, the Guardian felt peace in knowing that he had never been apart of this dysfunctional family. But then, this is why Zenzi had left his side. She had been worried. Perhaps not for the creature that was their mother... but for her sisters? It was a question Weiss found himself asking himself a lot. He did not understand her love for these... things. He had not been raised with them, but had been pushed out of their clan and forced onto many. Each one meeting the same fate. A thought that, still to this day, made the mighty dragon shudder.
And there, he stood, on a precipice overlooking the dead and trying to pinpoint his sister. The Death Seekers... they had been right. Nothing out there moved. Not dragon, anyways. But there was something that drove him here. It was a familiar sensation. One that could only mean Zenzi was alive... or clinging to it... and he had to find her. Soon. The sound of hasty footfalls resounded from somewhere behind him and it caused his pale eyes to roll. "Foolish of you to come." Weiss mumbled, though making sure to keep his eyes locked upon the horizon. There. Across the valley of his dead kin... That was where he could feel his bond tugging him.
"How so, my dear Weiss. You should not handle this alone. These were your..." And then came the gag. The retching sound coming from Angarm as the Pearlcatcher tried desperately not to lose his lunch. "Oh... oh my... Oh dear..." Angarm breathed deeply, trying hard not to focus on all the corpses littered before them down below.
Weiss shook his head, turning slowly to edge down the side of the cliff and onto more flattened ground. "Keep up. I have no time to waste." he grumbled, loping down the slope with his wings held out slightly for balance. Angarm gave a silent nod, making sure to follow in the trail the massive Guardian left in his wake. It wasn't hard to follow, nor catch up with Weiss considering what he was capable of. Death and decay were his shadow, and Angarm made sure to keep his distance as he did not feel it was his time to join the rest of the carcasses around.