Cyclone - Male - The Syndicate

[General SigmaButt σ]

Foal Name: Cyclone
Parents: Witchcrypt x The Meta
Siblings from Same Breeding: Satanael
Desired Alliance: The Syndicate

Sample Post:
_{There has to be faith, which is not expressed, in things to which you cling
in ideas and opinions, to which you cling in a kind of desperation}
[smear:7319e6]C Y C L Θ N E[/smear:ff8800:3]
faith is the act of letting go, 
and that must begin with letting go of  God

Cyclone watched with blazing oculars as his brother's form quivered lightly beside him. A small frown worried his lips at the sight. He knew how Satanael liked to hide his emotions from most everyone but Cyclone. The mounting emotions could only spell trouble for his young mind, but Cy would be there to help him every step of the way, just as he always has and always will be. He absolutely hated seeing his brother upset or worried and worked hard to keep the carefree smile on his face. But when night comes knocking and they're left to huddle into one another, that smile seems harder to find. Usually, they would be either sleeping beside their mother, Witchcrypt, or father, The Meta, but the two were currently away on some contract. Their father had reluctantly called upon their mother for help in this particular case, and that worried the two boys. 

Right now, they laid together, protected by 'Uncle Hark' and 'Uncle D'. Their parents were even more reluctant to leave the twins in the care of the two brutes who fought like cats and dogs, but they ultimately trusted the two. Cyclone liked Harkness and Dietrich, he really did. He loved playing with them, joking and fighting with them, and he'd trust them with not only his life, but Satanael's life. But they just weren't his parents. They lacked the maternal love that Wicca radiated that helped the two boys rest easy. They also lacked the sense of security their father gave them. And, they didn't sing them lullabies. As silly and childish as it sounded, Cyclone took great comfort in the lullabies their father would sing to them, often in a different language. He knew how it put his brother's mind and body at ease as well.

There was a slight shuffle as Satanel shifted his position. Cy heard him give a low, discontented huff and it only made Cyclone want to ease his brother more. "What's wrong, Tan-Tan?" His brother stopped moving about and was silent. Cyclone frowned at this. "Satanael." The silver smoky cream colt only seemed to try and curl in on himself further. "Brother." That seemed to do the trick as he caught his brother peeking over to him. Their eyes locked and Cy could see the worry racing through them. "I'm scared. Dad never asks others for help on a mission outside of Uncle D and Uncle Hark. Mom's not even part of The Syndicate! She could get hurt, or...or...'

Cyclone cut him off with a soft keen. He could understand his brother's worries, shared them, actually. But Cy did not want to worry him further. So, when he spoke. his voice was calm and soothing. "Have faith in our parents. They know what they're doing. Do you really think dad would just let something happen to mom?" His brother hesitated before he spoke. "No, but-' Again, he cut off Satanael, his voice just as caring as before. "But nothing, fratello. They will be okay, and if anything did happen, me and you and Uncles Hark and D would be right there to back them up! We'd show those imbecili a thing or two, huh?" He gave his brother a crooked grin, large fangs already poking down over his bottom lip. Satan gave a little chuckle, seeming to have eased off of his worries a bit. "Yeah, we sure would! Nobody could stop us, Cy!" 

He gave a low laugh in return, pleased that his brother was happy once more. "That's right, we're invincible! We're-' It was his turn to be cut off as the monotonous tones of Harkness cut through their prelude to a giggle fit. "You're supposed to be asleep." He could see Satan stick his tongue out at Harkness, and Hark just stared back with his usual expression. Cy let out a low whine. "Aww, you're no fun!" The electric blue eyes of his 'uncle' then switched to stare at him. There was a brief moment of silence before Hark spoke up again. "Bed. Now." Satanael let out a loud, displeased, overexaggerated groan and Cyclone gave a heavy, melodramatic sigh. "Fiiiine. G'night Uncle Hark." "Night, Uncle H!" 

Cyclone could almost swear he seen a flicker of amusement on his Uncle's face, but he figured he was just overtired. Hark never broke his facial expression. Ever. Cyclone and Satanael have tried very hard to get his expression to change and have failed thus far."Goodnight boys." Cy watched as the grullo painted brute settled himself back down for rest. He was still unsure if Hark actually rested or just sorta...waited for the sun to come up. He never seemed tired or sounded sleepy. It was weird. Shaking off the thoughts, he turned his attention to his brother. "Hey, want me to sing one of dad's lullabies?" Satan seemed to think for a moment before nodding yes. Cy had to smile lightly at that. He stretched out one silver and crimson wing before wrapping it around his brought and sliding closer to him. [smear:7319e6]"Fai la nanna principino, Fai la nanna cuoricino, Dormi bene nel lettino, Che la mamma e’ qui vicino. Chiudi gli occhi dormi tanto. E vedrai tutto e’ un incanto. Rosso, verde, azzurro e oro. Son piu’ belli, mio tesoro. Viola, arpa e mandolino: Tutto e’ suono per il mio bambino"[/smear:ff8800:1]

His voice drifted off short of the ending once he noticed Satanael sleeping, his head rested against Cy's shoulder. Cyclone grinned gently before resting his own head down. "Good night, brother."