[[ooc :: Sorry it's taken so long. I've had a long week filled with family emergencies. Tsuchi's half sucks ;-; Hopefully Temp's will be better. I wanted this up for Koz's bday.]]
There had been very few changes over the last few weeks, Uncle Zegin was probably the only really new thing at all for the pups. This didn't exclude Tsuchi. He had taken to Zegin a bit, simply because his parents' attention fell on a specific few, but Tsuchi did have a leg up on things. Sure, Dad found Azala to be a little special princess, but it wasn't hard to remind him that he was special, too. Tsuchi had found that his aura was useful for a great many things be it grabbing his dad's attention, teasing a sibling, or simply to look cool. He was extremely partial to it. His aura wrapped around his forearm, slipping around his neck in a spiral as he lifted his head from where he slept. What was going on? Tsuchi shook his head to wake himself up and yawned, smacking his lips a couple times before getting up. The pup stretched, letting his spine crack and his white wings unfold to their full length. If he were much bigger, it would have made doing that a bit hard.
Did his mom say they were moving? He sleepily watched Azala hurry outside along side their dad, big surprise there. Tired, pale yellow eyes found more interesting scenes elsewhere, following his favorite target's movements to his mother's side. Again, not much of a surprise. At least the fact that he was always by their mom didn't mean he couldn't pick on him, it'd ruin all his fun if Mom didn't let him. He started forward slowly, ears perking and catching his brother's question. He was worried about being out here? Tsuchi couldn't blame him, it was cold... and slippery. His first step in the fresh snow had the pup paused and staring curiously at the powder. His black aura was the first thing to react, tentitively dipping towards it with the end of the apparition where the majority of it stayed not unlike the head of a snake. It seemed to sniff at it, rub against it if something that seemed so smoke-like could rub against anything. It was strange but not deep enough to cause him any problems. Most things caused Seirei problems though.
Saysa passed him and Tsuchi pulled himself back together, holding himself in a proud manner as he walked across the lightly dusted ground and plopped his butt down like it was nothing. He was between Zegin and his dad, a fairly equal distance from both. Everyone was questioning things. Would they make it? Was this a death sentence? Why was it that they were leaving? All fairly good questions, he supposed, since he wanted to know the answer to most of them while some others were just stupid. He got the impression that if their mom wanted them dead, they'd be dead, Slain be damned. He also figured that if one of them fell dead suddenly, no one would really shed a tear. Unless it was Azala, anyway. Tsuchi didn't have any questions for their mother, he was far more interested in how she would reply to everyone else. Besides, they didn't leave much to ask.
He huffed, stopping short of rolling his eyes and kept his answers to himself. 'She's not going to kill us. Yeah, you might die. But... Why are we leaving?' He didn't have an answer for that. Tsuchi might have been perfectly focussed on the conversation, but that didn't mean he couldn't play. A slow flake fell on his nose and he licked it off, pretending not to notice the way his aura slithered over to float in front of Seirei. In a more comical setting, it might have been Tsuchi sticking his tongue out at him just to instigate some action out of his brother.
It wasn't surprising that Slain was the first to react to her call. If she let herself think about it, she liked it. It meant he was not only paying attention to her, but made it seem like he always had time for her. Feelings like that may have been buried deep down in her white chest but that didn't mean she didn't have them. Yellow pupils watched each step he took, taking notice of the slow pace he used for Azala, and the way he hesitated before her. She took note of it but didn't make a big deal about it. They had a silent understanding that Slain wanted to express his love for her in more physical ways, nuzzling, cuddling type ways, and Slain knew that Tempest was just not that way. She had started curling up to sleep next to him again the past few nights, but that was about as close as Slain got to cuddling.
Temp lowered her head in the short amount of space between them and came nose-to-nose with Azala briefly before Seirei's company drew her attention to him. It was impossible not to see that both of the parents had their favorites. Azala was Slain's, Seirei was Tempest's. Her choice was likely confusing to most. Seirei was sickly, almost fragile, but she saw a strength in him for having made it this far. Her favorite part about him was his personality, though, and how mature he was compared to the others, possibly even more mature than she had been as a pup. He ask if he would be okay, coughing as if to foreshadow what was to come. "You better be because I won't come back for you." Tempest's voice was monotone instead of the more poison-laced sound that was expected from her with such words. Would Seirei see it as a lie? She would scare him into finding the strength to keep going if she had to.
It was right then that Saysa made her appearance. Tempest didn't pay her any attention until she opened her mouth and asked that ridiculous question. She lifted her head and sat tall, eyes narrowing at her daughter. The pup spoke like her mother wasn't there, it was annoying, she even used her name. Now, Tempest didn't care whether the pups called her some variation of mom or her name, but it was the fact that Saysa was trying to pretend she didn't exist that had her angry with her. Before she could answer, Zegin was opening his big mouth about it. Every once in a while, Tempest wondered if one of the reasons she didn't rip his throat out was because of his resemblance to Cross. Not to say she wouldn't if provoked. She merely rose a brow at Zegin's response, his confidence that he wouldn't kill them was odd. Where was he getting that idea?
The son neared her and whispered a question, why. They all wanted to know why. It was this that she answered first, every intention of answering her daughter as well. "Because, you idiot," She grumbled a little. "I said so." There was no better answer, in her opinion. She wasn't one for making up answers to cover the truth to those she thought of as subordinates. Her eyes narrowed and her rumbling grew deeper as she turned back to Saysa. "If you cannot keep up with us because you insist on whining then you are better off dead." Her voice was loud enough for all the pups to hear, she made sure of it. "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. There would be no reason to kill you through exhaustion. That kind of death has never been any fun to me." One more whine, that's all she needed from her before she snapped her nose off. Saysa was one reason that Tempest had taken so well to Seirei, they were complete opposites.
She let Slain handle GoldMoon's question. It was directed at him and not important or annoying enough to make her want to answer it. She had had enough of the Q&A session. With a final glance to make sure all were there and one final look back at the den site, Tempest turned around slowly, for doing so any faster would have made Seirei fall over. She started off at a casual pace but one that pushed the pups to actually work. Their destination wasn't very far. Tempest Lyght had always had to work hard as a pup in the BBA. From the moment she joined it had been all training and with Narganya being a Blitz, she had learned to travel at high speeds for as long as possible. "Let's go." She looked back once before she got a bit lost in her memories, the storm above her rumbling quietly. After a short while, she decided to speak. "You will all learn to keep up at fast paces. Half-vampires are not as fast as Fledglings. Fledglings aren't as fast as Royals either, but you will learn to keep up as I had to with Narganya." This was the only type of parenting she knew how to do, it was the kind she had preferred as a pup.
There was one thought that Tempest had been having plenty of trouble with lately. It had to deal with Cross and the Vampire Alliance. She didn't fully understand some details about it all. "Slain. Zegin." She looked first to one side, then the other to speak back to each adult. "If Cross is missing... Who is leading the Vampire Alliance?" Not to mention the other question she had; Who all did the VA include?