today was to be a wonderful day, his parents was to finally get married and after weeks of preparation and arduous working it was finally time. instead of being with his father and the others to help with decorations, quintus had decided to wander once more to help prepare himself for what was about to happen, anxiety was currently affecting him despite the fact that he did not really have anything to fear; wonder how pa and ma are holding up. despite all the time they had to prepare for the wedding, he doubted that they was any less anxious than he was after all they was the ones getting married. after some time, the teen would make his way back to the cave only to hear a bird calling out for his mother and see the path decorated with flower petals. at the mention of his mother, his eyes would light up and he could not help but wonder how beautiful the bride must have been looking; emotions of excitement was beginning to affect him causing him to accidentally cast a spell. quintus would hear his accelerated heartbeat along with the heartbeats of everybody else inside which instantly caused a sensory overload despite the spell's success, with a squirm he would squint his eyes in slight pain before grunting; "Ouch."

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She's dead, the words continued to ring inside the brute's head, punishing and bringing him down to the point of depression. Quintus wanted to forget but then again at the same time he did not want to, he also wanted to remember both his mentor's face and the face of the bastard who murdered her in cold blood; he wanted his revenge. Despite how dysfunctional his mind was right now, the lion's face was hardened for someone needed to be strong while the others were down and Quintus had seemed to take on that dutiful role. He wanted to wail in anger and just get away from everyone else but even he knew that would not solve anything, his father would need help for the gembound had more weight on his shoulders than anyone else.

The lion would wander towards the place that his mentor called her nest for that was where Leon had told him to meet him in after he was done with the task he had been given. Reminding himself of the task just managed to sour his mood even further for Quintus would come back a failure, the owl was sadly nowhere to be found and the lion could not help but throw all the blame upon himself, damn it! Eventually Quintus would reach the area he was to rendezvous in only to see the horrid sight of a gathered group of gembounds, all mourning. Taking a moment to gather himself, the brute would go on forward with a confident gait to his step, paying no one attention whilst he would walk towards his father.

Taking a moment to look at the bear's amber eyes, the lion would lower his gaze in shame and would shuffle his paws in anxiety, he hoped that would reach to his sire and he would get the idea for the brute did not want to tell him of his failure using his mouth. Quintus would look on towards his mother and brush against her in affection, everything will be okay, he wanted to open his mouth and let those words out but he could not even assure himself of such things, i-it will be okay.

He would take a moment to look towards the three smaller figures of his siblings and muster up the best smile he could, the feeling of pride mixing in with everything else he was feeling at the sight of his little brother trying not to cry. Eventually he would depart to stand beside the figure of his companion instead of looking as to where his mentor had been buried, Quintus did not dare look towards the burial ground out of fear that he would explode.

Slowly turning to Bartos, the lion would let quite the dry chuckle come out of his mouth, "Barty," taking a moment to look towards the cave's roof the lion would resume what he was trying to say, "Just what do you think happens after death?"