Clang, clang, clang…
A tall, blonde man stepped back, sword in hand. He wiped the sweat off his brow, panting softly. His older brother he was sparring with scoffed, "Come on Lavandir, is that all you got? Pathetic!"
Lavandir's lips curled into a sneer under his beard, pushing his long hair back. With renewed effort, he swung viciously at his brother. His brother yelped in surprise and barely blocked the blow, starting to laugh, "There we go! I knew you had something in you!"
The two sparred on for some time before the eldest called it quits. They cleaned up the sparring site and went for a stroll. Nedion looks over at Lavandir, "Going to take a wife yet? Father is getting annoyed you haven't wedded yet."
Lavandir sighs softly, shaking his head, "I want to focus on my path, on being a warrior. What good would it be if I wed and create children, just to abandon them when I fall in battle?" That was an outright lie and he knew it. He had no desire for a wife for another reason. His heart belonged to someone else already; the shipwright's son.
Nedion side eyes him as they walk, "I know you are lying to me…"
Lavandir shakes his head, "No, I am becoming a warrior, I told you this repeatedly.
Nedion scoffs, "I could tell father about the shipwright's son…" Lavandir panicked and looked over sharply, "You wouldn't dare!" He was met with a smirk from Nedion.
An inhuman rage boiled inside of Lavandir. Before he could stop himself, he pounced on the other man, wrapping his hands around his neck and squeezing. He snarled in an animalistic way, lunging at Nedion's neck with his teeth, biting down and shaking like he was a wolf with its prey. He heard a snapping of bone and the warm metallic taste of blood in his mouth that wasn't his own, Nedion going limp under him. Lavandir tore at the corpse with his hands and teeth till he wound down eventually from his rage.
It dawned on him what he had done, mortified with himself. He had murdered his own brother. He turned and fled, running as fast and hard as he could Northwards. His legs ached and his lungs burn, he swore he heard wolves howling in the dark woods around him.
Egfor woke up with a start, though this time it was unusual. Usually he wakes up with a startled cry or sobbing, this time, however, he woke up snarling and in a violent rage. The closest thing he grabbed was a pillow, trying to strangle it.
Large, strong arms quickly wrapped around him and a familiar bass voice tiredly started singing softly.
Whether Dem soothed Egfor or Lavandir's spirit was unsure. Egfor slumped back down in Dem's arms soundly asleep once more, as if he had never gone into a berserker rage in his sleep.
