Mourning with his brother

Aries had done a lot of mourning lately. A lot more than maybe he should have, but he had every right to do so. He had people looking after him earlier. A girl, that he wants to call his friend. He had decided that since his father wanted to figure out who did this, and serve justice, he was going to keep himself occupied. Those couple of months of training with punching, wasn't going to do it. He wasn an ookami, so maybe using his claws were going to be right,

He went to a lot where no one was around, and he would jump back and forth at the tree, this time scrapping across it with his claws. They were finally growing in a bit. His eyes, and everything about him looked ferral. As if all his sadness turend to deep hatred. How could someone do this to him? Do this to his mother? How could someone KILL someone else?

Anger as he was, he would pause for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths. He needed to keep his energy high.
(Aries Hayes)
" What are you doing?" Kilanjo said in a dead like tone.

His appearance was different this time around.

He was covered in the stench of blood. No matter how hard he tried to rub and scrub. It hadn't worked. His sleeves were stained with the blood of others and so was his blades. His hood was down, showing his depressed state. But he treid to conceal it for his brother as he forced up a smile.

Looking at his younger brother with weak and kind eyes. He saw that his brother was going through the same depressed state that he was going through. But this wasn't what he wanted for his brother. He wanted his younger sibling to live a normal and kind life. A peaceful one. If his hands had to get dirty for it. So it would be. But there is nothing, nothing that he wouldnt do for his brother. It was the only family of his mother's side that he had left. Kilanjo was never close with his father's side of his blood. So in his eyes. All that he had left. Was Aries, and he would be damned if someone had taken his little brother from him too. All he had to care for now was Aries. As long as his younger brother was safe. All would be right in the world. That was all he had too do. No matter who he had to kill, decieve. No matter how far he had to go. No matter how hard it would be. He would always be there for his brother.

"How are you doing?" he attempted to say in a weak voice as he struggled to maintain his smile
(Kilanjo)
 Aries would suddenly let his eyes grow wide, as he heard the voice of his brother behind him. For a moment, he wondered whether or not to turn around to his brother, but he would slowly turn around anyway. he would look at all the blood that was on him, and how sad he looked.... He looked so depressed, and as if he had no fight in him whatsoever... For a moment, he would pause, and speak softly.

"Hey, bro..." He would have wood chips in his claws, and he looked rather fatiqued. He would look up at his brother. However, his question for the moment, would come with no answer. He would look down at the ground of Kilanjo for a moment, before looking up. "I don't know..." He would turn around, looking at the largely scrapped up tree. Obviously, he had been at work with this.

"Training... makes me forget." He would outstretch his fingers for a moment, looking at the shallow mark, and then the deeper ones. Though, he'd turn back around to his brother. "You...doing okay?"
(Aries Hayes)
Kilanjo's smile grew weak. But he tried to keep it up as he walked over towards his brother and placed his hand in his hair. Ruffling about as he forced himself to crack a smile of laughter.

"Yeah. . . just making sure that no un welcomed guess are coming by. . ." he said faintly before looking at the work Aries had done upon the tree.

"It seems like you've been training more often huh?" he said brightly as he tried to lighten the area. Ignoring the fact that his brother is feeling just about the same as he is.

"Good job, it would only be a matter of time before you catch you catch up too me and your old man right? heheh. . . ."

Even though its between his words. It is shown that he has been going through alot of pain. But so is his younger brother. He just had to find a way to help his brother through this. But how? He had lost his father before he was born. So he never really cared for the man who disappeared on him and his mother. But this time its different. Their mother disappeared on them. . . .

Releasing his brother, he stepped back and kept his smile strong.

(Kilanjo)