The world was dying and it was taking everyone with it. It burned endlessly in the sky when the snowflakes fell like ashes, sprinkling down over a barren wasteland that was feared during the cold, dark, and seemingly endless months of the north. She loved it with all of her heart, but in Hobgoblin, the weight of depression that up-held Sikeax's weak heart was just too heavy for him.
He sank and sank and sank, drawing deeper into a part of his bonded that he wasn't ready to touch. She was impossible to move yet frail, as if her legs would break when he would go to push her along, scattering her glass pieces across the cold, slippery floor as her eyes stare into the tunnel. Something deep down pines, fucking begs that she too could be alone in this place to mourn the loss of her inner fight and what she had given up for a better life, but the stranger stops that.
Hobgoblin's selfishness almost gets the better of her when she wants to scream at him to leave. The stranger simply wants to be alone and she can't blame him when she, some place deep down, wants to know what it feels like to be truly alone, to sit in the dark and not have her horn's light to guide her back to life like a lighthouse in the fog. She wants to let her ship hit the rocks against the cliffs and drown, but drowning can't ever happen because she can breathe in the deep.
He cries one more time, setting a stone into place that she feels she might need to apologize over later. That part of her memory was yet to be introduced to him. How to deal with these emotions is foreign, and while his mind is young and willful, strong with his personal drive high, it strikes him down.
"We are never alone." Shallow and cold. Empty and broken, emotionless and soft. Every one of those words fit the description of her voice, acting as if it takes the embodiment of a dull knife. Her tail sweeps about her hind legs to shoo away mere ghosts of dead flies that died even before the season started. The earlier sound of his tail hitting the wall had pushed her back out into the open as Hobgoblin rests, five eyes altogether watching whoever it was meld into the wall of the north.
"When you die, you become one with the earth and people walk all over your grave like you're no one. Animals will tear apart your corpse and stick around you for days. Maybe you'll drive away your species at the scent of your decay, but that doesn't mean what wants to feed off of you will want to stay away."
Blue eyes shift as paws strike the floor carefully, watching as her brother tries to find the right place to step before going on towards the stranger, looking for some sort of solace against Sikeax's thick chest and hot lungs.
The air she breathes is hot when all around it's cold, burning the inside of her lungs. The blood in her veins doesn't even feel like it's there anyone. She stands and fades into the landscape with nothing but her words.
"You need to accept that isolation is only for those that bury themselves in the deep snow and freeze."
Hypocrite.
Finally, she makes some sort of movement towards his general direction, pushing in the cave to follow her bonded, being there only to assure that the malevolent ways of the beast wouldn't get the better of him in a time of darkness. The temperature inside is more pleasing. Light that which she sheds fills the room and ignites the walls, expressing a light show that announces her presence like a beacon.
"I'm sorry for intruding into your space."
He's won, finding the right vein to pump a sort of benign sensation of annoyance and disgust, possibly selfishness into her, that later on she'll come to regret in a new way of self-loathe that occurs alone in her current home, buried into the ocean and attacking every wrong that she's preformed since the previous wave.

OOC: What even is this side of her
@[Ashamin]
"If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?"

Sikeax;

i'm missing the beauty in your soul