Quasar was no longer a crown prince of SunClan -- there was no trace of his former Clan's scent upon his black fur. Instead, he took comfort in smelling like the Shadow Veil and his adopted family, akin to dying embers and burning nightshade. He liked to think himself beyond his past, but he knew his heart still suffered from wounds of the past. That's why he visited his sister in ColouredClan, and that's why his wings took him to the Sanguine Ruins. He heard a rumor on the wind that snatched his imagination and roped around his already wounded heart, subduing his rationality in the process.
Angeldust was captured. Finally, the traitor that destroyed everything of Quasar's childhood... well, Quasar knew now was probably his best shot for vengeance that he'd ever get. His golden eyes, copies of Suga's yet tainted with the darkness inside him, glowed as he tucked his black wings against his back and gracefully fell the last few feet to the Sanguine Ruin's sands. His paws touched down, legs bending slightly before he stood at full height, spine straight and jaw clenched tight.
He looked quite the young professional, his posture as perfect as a knight's, but his muscles twitched every so often -- controlling the corruption that wished to overcome him seemed more challenging now than it'd ever been in his life. But control it he would. Thick, golden liquid that ran and smelled like rotten molasses rolled from his eyes and dribbled out of his jaws. His teeth were coated in the strange substance; coated with it and stained with blood. He was no knight; he looked more like a half-mad, arrogant scientist.
Gazing into the Sanguine Ruin's territory, he lifted his chin as he took a deep, steadying breath; he held no love for this Clan, but he supposed they could redeem themselves to him. After all, he could not fault them for fighting in a war, now that he himself fought like a demon against the Thunderlands with his Clan. But he still could blame Angeldust for ripping everything away from him.
"I am Quasar Fantasia-Resurgam, duskguard of the Shadow Veil," he called out, formal because he knew he wouldn't be able to control his tongue if he slipped out of decorum. His mind spat and hissed like burning oil the sharpest of insults, but he restrained himself. He was not here to fight the Sanguine Ruins -- he was here for revenge against the traitor. His jaw moved side to side as his head turned, before he continued, "I hear you captured Angledust. If this is true, I want the chance to torture him alongside your members. If you need a reason, he killed my biological parents." He politely left off probably under your leader's orders. Because that part didn't matter.
The Sanguine Ruins didn't make sense as a target now, not when they could get him what he wanted. Perhaps if his corruption took hold further, his furious wrath towards them would return, but now he cared far more about exacting vengeance against one creature than bothering with them.