His eyes were so heavy, gaze blurry. He wanted sleep, rest... his body and mind couldn't take much more. The crafting took a mental toll, but worse was the worry and growing fear for his missing children; he had not seen Tempe, Breccan or even their mother in weeks. Golden eyes slowly closed, and a deep exhale came from the black. You know what? He was ready to give in, to just stop fighting so he would no longer have to question every thought, wondering if it was truly his thought, or Azeeza's, or His.

He heard Ampere's voice as if from a distance, and he couldn't be bothered to care anymore. What they had seemed to have broken the moment the black found Azeeza, and no matter his attempts at friendliness he was met with tension. So he floated away, sinking into the depths of his consciousness, surrendering control to the other being within.

So golden eyes opened with a gaze distinctly not the witty Morningstar's, rather something cold, that regarded Ampere with a subtle sneer of disgust. Dark head slowly rose, and when he felt her teeth on his hide he lashed out equally, teeth bared towards her silky neck. Yet the stroke fell short, and the black let out a scream in anger. Their body was weakened, tired, strained, unfit for the being's purposes. Long limbs lashed out, pawing at the ground as he hauled himself to his feet, ears pinned so far back in his gnarled mane it was as if they did not exist.

Azeeza screamed, taking wing. However, not towards her bondmate, no, rather away, diving into a hollow trunk. The black saw this, and with narrowed eyes he ignored Ampere, gaze focused on the trunk as he willed the falconet to come to him. Slowly Azeeza crept out, feathers fluffed, gold eyes wide and confused as she halted before her bondmate. With a snort Bucephalus placed his hoof over her tailfeathers, pinning her in place before turning his gaze to Ampere, sneer evident.

"You sounded so concerned for him. Cute. Yet, far as I can tell you don't really care for our company anymore." He laughed, wings unfurling. Everything ached.... moved with a clumsiness he loathed, a weakness brought forth by Mr. Goodytwoshoes's willingness to run his body and mind into the ground. While he was glad for the mind, he was not so thrilled for the body, and it showed on the self-disgust on his fine features as he regarded his wings, then his legs, once more casting Ampere's presence aside as something unworthy of note.

@[Ampere]