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Issaly kept quiet as he felt his brother move. The child felt a long forgotten fear as some dark memory came unbidden to his young mind. It was dusk, he heard screams. The youngling clung to his elder, a small hand felt the scar on his brother's side. Recalling the sound of something crackling through the air to snap his brother's back as the male held him. They were dragged to a cage then. Adults were talking, one seemed kinder than the rest. He convinced the others to keep the brothers together. Issaly remembered the words 'Family' and 'My rules'....but he pushed all that away for now. Shivering he felt Isaris' hand ghost over his back. He smiled.

Isaris knew that Issaly most likely recalled fragments of the horror which took their family from them. The elder male walked with a limp as he cradled the child to his midsection. The movements he used were mimicry of his Mother while she was pregnant and trying to bend down to get something. Funny how as a child his practice of copying her out of curiosity would come in handy now. His brothers would of laughed at him, though they would of known it was to get out of here alive. He glanced around as they spotted tell-tale signs of the caravan trails. More carts were scattered around the streets. He spotted an alley, looking to Sauron he nodded to it in a jerky sort of way.

Isaris kept his hunched over pose until he got the signal from Sauron. He straightened, unwinding his scarf to keep it wrapped around Issaly for protection from the environment more than anything. Isaris looked down at Sauron, "Thank you." his voice was soft, solem. Almost as if he rarely used the words. Though the following words were used even less, "I'm sorry for being rude before...you were trying to help."

Issaly slipped to sit comfortable in front of his brother, looking the large orange creature over the child giggled; "I like this creature. Its pretty." The youngling looked up then over between the two males; "Mr. Sauron...where are we going?" The child was worried for Saraf and his mother, "And...Isaris...you said you would. Make sure you send word to Saraf and his Mama. Right?"

Isaris' smile was soft, but his eyes spoke more than anything; "Of course little brother." There was no way he would do that. He wouldn't let Isaris get the chance to get dragged back to that male. He didn't like the way he heard Saraf speak to him...a mere youngling didn't know any better. The male wouldn't let an unhealthy bond like that form. He just wouldn't. He looked back to Sauron...