[Seneca.]

Rumbles around them, as they sat dazed in trees, uncertain of how they suddenly appeared here. Were they not lingering in the poppy field moments ago? Not... in this thick trucked trees, with a soft comforting rumble around them. "Wait.", was forceful, numbly mumbled. Pairs of golden eyes piercing in impatience, only for a second before the illusion dissolved into the back of their mind. Not that... There was much complaint, but... Had Seneca not been in the comfort of Oriana not long ago? Sudden realization of being utterly alone made their stomach lurch, must find... Home... Family... Bonds.

They'd move along, leggy wolf with crazed wide multicoloured eyes searching. Flashing returning, the pack had fallen into disarray after Mother's disappearance. Father had betrayed them, allowing Enys to be killed before their very eyes while Hodge and them clung to one another. Panic began to rise, as well as the pain of loss and sting of that betrayal. Seneca began to pace back aimlessly, weaving through trees, eyes turning large and watery and their breathing became thick and heavy.

"Wh-...where are they? They'd begin gently, head suddenly jolting over their shoulder to the emptiness behind them, gloirous locks of dark hair casting over their shoulder like a Pantene commercial. "WHERE? WHERE ARE THEY?" Wailed out, a mixture of panic and aggression. Demanding answers "WHERE? AM I? MOM? ENYS? HODGE? S-omeone?" Shouts that echoed eerilily through the spaces between the trees, cut into a choked sob. Seneca was scared, confused... lost. They'd suddenly begin to cackle, emotion overload.

[Abyss]

A B Y S S

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He identified the headache. A jolting familiarity in the gargled cries of a lost… sibling; and finally, the beast stirred. “Seneca,” a croak, vocal cords straining. How long had it been since he’d spoken, how long since he’d needed to? When he looked at them there was no warmth in his gaze, only a crippling disinterest. Seneca, like the rest of their scattered fragments – Enys, Jezebel, Sincate, Hodge, Ratchet – they were just remnants of a shattered dream. A sick joke.

“Gone,” he remarked curtly. “They’re all gone.”  A step closer. “You know, they never loved us.” Enys. “They never loved you.” Crenate. “And you’ll never see them again.” Oriana.

Suddenly he broke from the shadow, throwing down the hide of one less fortunate than he. “Just look at what they’ve done to our poor, undeserving Enys.” There was an astounding lack of emotion upon his face, a comment that could almost be mistaken for dark humor; but Abyss' hatred burned hot and hideous. 

“You’re alive, you’re free. Consider yourself lucky.” 

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ooc: hi I'm rusty, be gentle

[Seneca.]

As the last shout echoed, the cackle began, fat tears welled up in the multi-coloured eyes. Big toothy smile as they spilled over, dribbling down their face in a rare mess that caused Seneca to twitch. “Seneca,” Smile vanished into a stunned "o," attractive face whirling around to face the dark familiar figure. White toed paws quickly came up to wipe the tears, sniffling, staring widely at the disinterested sibling of whom Seneca was processing. Abyss? He lingered in the shadows.

“Gone, They’re all gone. You know, they never loved us. They never loved you. And you’ll never see them again.” The words went in like slow knives, flinching at how matter-of-factly the delivery was as he stepped into the light. Seneca stepped back at the approach, torn between the huge joy of seeing someone familiar despite the fact the two hadn't been close, and the pain by what Abyss had just said. “Just look at what they’ve done to our poor, undeserving Enys.”

"Abyss! I- thought...No...Mom cared...Liar!" They'd blurt out emotionally, mind running through the possibilities. "...But she left us. Enys...Brother..." Working through it all, had Oriana even considered coming back for them? They were so young at the time, it would have been so easy to scoop them up and take them... She'd taken enough people with her. How... How could she? Seneca's heart ached in confusion, and their face drooped.

“You’re alive, you’re free. Consider yourself lucky.”

The inner turmoil was clear in their face as round eyes bolted up to Abyss "Free? No... Free of corruption, but lost." Uttering blankly at Abyss, how could he not see how lost they both were? In themselves. Panic began to grip them. "You're a mess." Seneca said frantically, they needed control. NOW. Let me clean you Their mind screeched.