They were heroes once. She’d had a pack, nay, some would say, an ARMY, heroes who made it their goal to take down the cruel, the heartless...the evil. They succeeded nearly every time, until that fateful day. That fateful day their arch enemies struck. Rairakku sent his general, his son, and his best soldiers...and surprised them in the night, attacking them in their own home, slaughtering everyone, stealing their cubs, killing the ones they couldn’t bother to carry. Barely a soul escaped that massacre. The Night Of Red...she calls it. She still remembers him, the Prodigy, his golden pelt soaked with blood, the limp body of her cub crushed between his jaws, they had met eyes, and Scarborough had known, truly, what it felt like to BREAK. Even with the stranger that had run in to aid them, they hadn’t stood a chance. They had lost. Everything she had fought for, everything she had LIVED for, gone. She didn’t know how many had made it out, there were so many bodies, the corpses

The sun was warm as it cascaded over the plains of messus, a toa was laying on his belly, head resting on his folded paws. A look of melancholy was upon his face, even sunning on these rocks weren’t cheering him up today, his harpy frill bounced as he lifted his head, hearing something behind him he quickly shot to his paws, tail rigid and raised behind him, the inferno along his amber warm pelt seemed to glow in response to his sudden agitated state, ears pinned back. “Who's there?!” He demanded, bright green eyes flickering side to side, unable to spot what could have made that sudden sound that broke the gentle silence of his midday sunning session. He heard a muffled curse, then the ruffling of feathers as a figure scrambled up the rocks beside him clumsily. “Hi, sorry sorry!! Didn’t mean to startle!” Their voice was soft, kind, and Saturn's hackles lowered just slightly. “I was just lookin for a place to warm up! I may have stumbled into the river earlier tryin to nab myself a