THE IRON CHILD | INTRO, OPEN

it was rather funny when people met leviathan only to find out he was the goldenblood of warfare. how could such a small young creature be the one to lead a group of sunclanners with fighting. the stereotype of having a massive intimidating booming war hero had been shattered when the short prince had been picked for the position, only nine months old and lacked the ability to be that roaring enthusiastic person. instead, levi was reserved and introverted, the glowering brooding figure in the crowd. he would stand off from socializing, simply there to listen but not really involve himself in the conversation. he held a dangerous temper around being patronized or comments about his height, his razor sharp tongue ready to stab out extreme vulgar insults. he was a cleanfreak, always having a handkerchief ready to clean up a mess and keeping everything organized. however, levi did have good traits that kept him in the warfare guild. he was strategic and quick-thinking, the ability to remain focus even when situations turned messy and dire. his high sense of morals especially avoiding unnecessary deaths kept him on his toes and it made him extremely dedicated in the safety of his clanmates - even if he appeared like he didn't care about them. it was difficult for him to show much emotion, usually forcing himself to keep it under the lid since he was well aware of how easily feelings could blind someone.

the muscular dark prince had been walking by, his sulking figure heading towards the jungle temple to begin working on moving all the weapons there from their old headquarters. his eyes were half-lidded as usually yet they held a more tired touch to them, especially when he slowly blinked, his thin tar black pupils hardly focusing. last night had been a insomnia filled night, his condition erratic and he never really knew when it would strike. his ink black ears twitched as he weaved his way through the camp, his pristine white cravat softly bouncing against his lean chest as he glanced at the corner at his eye towards the direction where peculiar sounds were coming from. his brows furrowed as he wondered why someone would be sparring in such a crowded area, his nose wrinkling with irritation as he was ready to snap at the members for not using the training grounds. yet, as he grew closer the unfamiliar scent struck his nose yet he managed to identify it as another recent child of suga's. he bit back a curse as he realized that he had more names to remember now as the charcoal colored japanese bobtail halted a few feet away from brynhild. even though he was older than her, she towered easily over him as levi was the size of a recently made apprentice kitten. he tipped his head up ever so slightly with his stormy gray eyes following her movements, watching her fight a piece of a log. "what the hell did the log do to you?" he questioned flatly as the vampire male sat back onto his haunches, his cotton ball of a tail twitching behind him. though it sounded like a teasing joke, there was no humor in his dull voice as his youthful facial features remained deadpanned.

Never being one for violence, Dixi didn't share the same anticipation as Brynhild. He was more interested in making friends than enemies, and hated the idea of hurting someone else when it could be so much easier just to talk it out and sort things civilly.

Coming across the princess battling a log, he tilted his head curiously, padding over beside Levi. The pink lion cub was slightly larger than the catsune in this body. "What're you fighting for, miss?" he asked.

Dixi did not share the will to be powerful, but knew it was important to protect his friends. He was okay to wait until apprenticeship, though, as he wasn't exactly bursting to start. The cub would rather spend his time having fun! Life had already been harsh on him, having lost all his parents, but he didn't focus on that. What was important was now, and enjoying it. "What's your name?" Dixi had assumed she was an Arcanium already, probably from the recent litter, since she shared the appearance of her siblings he had met so far.

"That's Brynhild, my sister," came Alena Aesir's piping response, answering Dixi's question on her sister's behalf. One second later, the floating catsune could be seen hovering her way towards them, tails arranged beneath her as usual, making her appear as if she was riding on a rug - just like in one of those movies she watched as a child (although she was happy to say her tails looked much prettier than that old, ragged flying carpet). When she was near enough she flashed Levi a sparkling grin, knowing a smile probably wouldn't be given to her in response - she didn't really mind - and turned her attention to her much larger sister.

Because she was floating, she was eye-level to the larger princess but knew all too well that once her paws touched the ground, she would be so much smaller than Brynhild. She paid it no mind, however, and admittedly she quite liked how large her sister was. It made her look older, stronger, braver - "I don't think weak is something you'll ever be," pointed out the catsune, ruffling her right wing before tucking it close to her side again. Although winged like most of their littermates, Alena Aesir had never once used them. "Training or no, you'll always be strong." Was it cheesy? Yes. Did she care? Not really. That's what she honestly believed after having been around her sister for the past four months.

Dixi's head turned to the air as Alena Aesir floated over. He always found himself mesmerized by the elegant way she floated on her tails. Catching himself staring, the lion drew his gaze instead back to Brynhild. So she was a sister. He watched their interaction with a faint smile, wondering if he'd ever actually seen Alena Aesir touch ground before. With that thought, he was drawn to her long, delicate paws, mildly chocked to find frost forming from beneath them. Powers definitely weren't a rarity for the princess. After she had finished speaking, the lion came up beside her with a warm smile to Brynhild. "Nice to meet you then, Bryn. I'm Dixi," he said in the usual friendly tone. She was far different from her sister in appearance, and seemingly demeanor.

SARANGEREL ♥

Sarangerel had no doubt in her mind that Brynhild would grow to be larger than her mother - and quite possibly larger than Suga. Her body would be far stronger than Saran had ever been too, but she was absolutely perfect. Blaming herself for the loss of her child's wings was irrational, but she did so anyway...if only she could have done something, anything. Maybe she could have set the bones in Brynhild's wings, used her magic like she had done before.

But those wings were gone, and in their place were bare shoulder blades.

They did not take away from Brynhild's beauty, however. Each of her children were beautiful. Brynhild's form was already maintaining such a striking, powerful stance at such a young age, and seeing glimpses of what she would grow into had made Sarangerel's heart swell with pride. Alena too looked every bit a princess, touched by the sun god Helios with the golden rosettes across her fur.

"Don't get a splinter - are your paws okay? Let me check." the Goldenblood spoke as she trotted in, her half-blind gaze round and searching her child's paw pads for any signature brown spikes as she watched Brynhild pull apart the log.

At her larger sister's comments, the light-colored catsune stuck her tongue out at Brynhild playfully before raising one paw and blowing at the gathered frost until her pads were clean again. "I know you can but I really like saying your name," she pointed out with a warm smile, shrugging one shoulder and turning her attention to Dixi and the now-approaching Sarangerel. To Dixi she nodded her head and made a funny expression, happy to have one of her friends around and to her mother she immediately brightened, finding amusement in the Goldenblood's worrying. "Don't worry, ma, pretty soon her pads are going to be tough and hard to cut. That's my sister, she's going to be the strongest one out there!"