Tucked away and hidden, dark shadows shroud me. Did my coat even have the same.golden color? Eat, sleep, shit, eat, sleep, shit, repeat. I had become feral, relying purely on instinct. A king without a pride, a king without a crown - broken minded and broken hearted. Pathetic. I couldn't shake the feeling of not belonging here, there, anywhere in this forsaken cave. Slowly, jaded eyes peeled open. Stale blood stained my maw from the last rat I had caught. Passing voices of giddy fucks echoed in my ears, and I let out a loud groan. Large mass wriggled in my cramped cave, bones of old carcasses jingled about as my paws collected beneath my body. I began to army crawl out of the makeshift den, nothing but a mass of unkempt fur that was a sorry excuse for a mane filled the mouth of my temporary home. Slipping from the hole, I was slightly elevated, above the ground of the cave. I hopped down, using the stone which ejected from the cavern wall as my staircase. Once upon the cement flooring, worn paws padded quietly over the enclosed landscape. Tired eyes looked to and fro, satisfied that I was purely alone. tattered, unruly mane swung as I walked, large structure being ushered toward a pool of water.

Nearing a small pool, corpulent skull swung this way and that, lazily looking about before I crouched. Salmon tongue lolled out, lapping up the cool liquid. If I had to wager, I'd guess it was mid morning. I seriously needed to leave here, migrate to Eridanus where I could construct a more permanent cave for myself. After I finished drinking, I simply sat upright, letting my rump recline to the cement like flooring. I contemplated seeking someone out today, but the idea of company left a bad taste in my mouth. Sneering, unpolished eyes fell to the water below, observing my reflection in full. The blood had spattered up my cheeks, coated my chops and painted my nose. How long had it been sense I've actually bathed, or eaten anything but a rat? What a beautiful fucking life.

@Cure

"Speech" | 'Thoughts' | @Niru
Orion wasn't really a place Cure ever wanted to return to, but to him it seemed that it was the one last place that he could face his weakness. Paws moved slowly, silently through the arena. Dark sapphire eyes never leaving one particular spot where rocks crumbled and his memories faded after remembering just how those got there. His fur along the back of his neck ruffled and his nose wrinkled in a snarl before he shook it off and hurried his movement. This was not entirely the reason he had came back to Orion. No, he wanted to go up to the thrown. To see if his and his twins' chrysalis remains were still in tact behind the seated structure. Then perhaps he just wanted to lay there, tucked out of site so others would not bother him as he revisited memories he had more so pushed away and refused to think about. It seemed that those memories were now striking out, forcing images to race pass his mind's eye to remember the very first time he had ever laid eyes on his twin. Or the first time he had settled his gaze upon his parents.

As Cure found himself facing the path that led up towards the Throne he stopped in his spot. Lifting his head to gaze up until he saw the looming structure. His blood ran cold and he felt the strength in his legs melt away until his very limbs shook in just the slightest. 'I can't...' The whimpering voice of whom he once was rose loud within his mind and he gritted his jaws together tight. Ears pinned back and without another thought Cure turned and left the path. He headed back towards the tower to where a tunnel would lead him right back to Eridanus where he now belonged.

His entire body language radiated anger. An annoyance that he still couldn't face the memories of not all of his family, but his father's. Still he felt shattered at the lose of the beast, torn and twisted emotions ripping through his very heart. The sorrow and turmoil he had first felt over the news had boiled down to raw anger. Whoever, or whatever, had ripped his father's life away would some day face him and be given the consequences of their actions.

Just as Cure found himself near the Tower a percussive sound of bones clattering against the ground quickly drew his attention. He lifted his head, ears twisting up into an alert stance all the while his blue eyes searched for the cause of the noise. It was a strange noise to hear in such a silent cavern. He felt a cold chill run down his spine, almost as if he were expecting a particular stag to come rushing into view. Alas, thankfully that was not who it was. A large feline, tattered and covered in grim and what smelled like blood had found himself near a puddle for a drink.

Cure was just about to move away and find purchase in the shadows just so he could get around, but sudden recognition struck him hard. Eyes grew wide as his heart thudded against his chest. "N-Niru?!" He called in disbelief and without one hesitation he ran towards the lion. It couldn't be! It couldn't be that scrappy ol' lion she had once called brother! She hadn't seen that lion since her abduction!

The voice which came caused for rounded ears to swivel behind, flattening to an unkempt mane. Slowly, I turned to face the creature I am to call a sibling. The hybrid seemed shocked, awestruck even, to be seeing me. Jaded, unpolished eyes watched the creature for a moment. Silence coated us, the voice of my sibling echoing in the caves. Which one was this? Ah, yes right, Cure. A flash back reeled, Cancer telling me which of the chrysalis was Cure and which was Remedy. I remember nodding to my father, promising to guard them. Protect them. Love them. And yet...I hid away, jealous of their replacing me. So it was with resentment that I observed Cure now, a sneer beginning to spread upon my blood stained maw.
"Cure. You're looking well."
I used the compliment as a filler. I truly didn't care.

With a heavy sigh, and an out casted aura, I moved to sit before he hybrid once again.
"has good ol' dad been around lately? Sure has been some time since I've seen him."
I voiced, a nonchalant attitude about me that would suggest I would rather be somewhere else. Which, wasn't entirely untrue, but where did I have to go? Absolutely no where. I had no home, no family...i had nothing. What I had, is what im looking at. A hybrid sibling that actually wasn't even related to me in the least, in fact, I wasn't even related to the leopard I called father. I had nothing, and I was nothing.

I am nothing.

"Speech" | 'Thoughts' | @Niru
OoC: Commence face slapping in next post if that still happens :'D
The greeting she had received from the Lion had not been the one Cure had expected. It even felt off to be near him. They fought a frown that was trying to shadow across her features and soon decided to shake the feeling off. Cure was just about to say something in return, but before a single noise could emit from her mouth Niru was flying into a whole new question. How's good 'ol dad been...' The words struck hard at Cure and the hybrid tensed almost completely. Just the way the lion had said the words sent a dark tingle running down along his spine. "Father's dead..." Her voice trembled for a moment as her brows furrowed together. For a moment Cure wasn't sure how Niru would not have known. Surely he did not think that the Karkata's had abandoned him here. She remembered how much her father had adored the lion before her, but that was also when she was a cub...

"I don't know how...but something had to have happened to him...He wouldn't have just left us on his own choosing..." She mumbled as she dropped her gaze from him for a brief moment. Finally she forced herself to look back up at Niru an inquisitive frown on her features. "Have you been here all this time?"