Ettore | ✔️

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆

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𝑨 𝑫𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚: 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆

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VINDICATIO  was running in stride with Ettore, the white fur of the White Rogues danced as a blur ahead of them. They were fast, agile wolves. Vindicatio was perplexed as to why they weren't like common rogues that were ghastly beings stuck between forms. Perhaps it was because they were so ancient and on their own. 

They stuck together, tightly knit, they all ran in sync, all the same feet either touched the ground or were in the air as they sprinted. They didn't give off the aura of evil that they had when Ambrosia was in charge of them. Instead, they gave off an aura of calm; tranquility. 

Vindicatio looked up at Ettore, he was keeping up with them all just fine even without a wolf form. He still had the strengths and endurance they had. Vindicatio couldn't wait to return to the kingdom and hold Syretia in his arms. He couldn't help but wonder if Ettore would have a mate bond with her too. 

He faltered a bit as pain surged through his chest, causing him to trip over his own feet and tumble along the forest floor. Dirt, vegetation, and dry foliage were kicked up into the surrounding air as he rolled. Ettore immediately halted, crouching down, staring at him in concern. 

Vindicatio stood back up, shaking out his fur. He couldn't understand where that had come from. It felt like an awful case of heartburn. 

He nodded to Ettore and they started running again, catching up to the White Rogues just as they all jumped over a small river effortlessly. 

After about five hours of running and no rest, they reached the kingdom, bodies were still being cleaned up from the battle and homes were being rebuilt. Citizens were gradually coming out of the castle, feeling more comfortable. 

It seemed as all their tension went away the moment the White Rogues entered the vicinity, their calming aura working wonders. No longer did the people look at them in horror but in wonder and amazement instead. 

Another surge of pain erupted in Vindicatio's chest causing him to falter again, this time he didn't fall. He shifted into his human form, sprinting into the castle, Ettore not far behind. The moment they got inside a maid came and handed them shorts to put on. Everyone looked at them in shock. They believed Ettore to be dead and Vindicatio an estranged relative that got the throne. They stormed through the castle, the White Rogues dispersed from them outside. 

Chaska ran up, his eyes bugging out of his head as he looked between Vindicatio and Ettore.

"...how... How is this possible? Is he your 'good' twin?" Facial structure wise, the two of them had striking similarities, however it ended at their complexion, hair color, eye color, and outward behavior. 

"Never mind that, Chaska. Where's Syretia?" Vindicatio spoke, stepping next to Ettore. 

"She's in the infirmary," they went to walk passed Chaska but he held out his arms. "Just a fair warning, she isn't looking too good..." Vindicatio let out a low growl as he shoved passed Chaska, Ettore following close behind. 

Vindicatio was able to follow her distinct scent and threw the door to her room open. She looked awful. Her skin was clammy and peaked.  Vindicatio looked over at the nurse that was dabbing a washcloth on Syretia's forehead.