Raschen stood silent for a moment, the last of his mother's mercy spent on a time for them to escape. For one who claimed so strongly to stand with the goddess...her perception was so very skewed. His ears fell low at her demands and his eyes wandered with her as she slipped away in anger. His eyes shifted to where his brother had been, the sand shifted where he' turned on his heel and sped away. Raschen's paw clenched. If he ever saw his younger sibling again it would be far too soon. His clouded moment was broken at the feel of Taryn's touch, his eyes still fillto burst wth the poisonous green glow of his energy when he turned to look at her. His ears fell at her words and he embraced her.<br/><br/>"You will not pass until long after the birth of our little ones....I promise this.." He said gently, brushing a few wayward strands from her face and resting a kiss on her forehead. "With how much she cares for her position and stability of her people she does still carry some mercy in her blackened heart. Our time to escape is that mercy...she could have personally executed us both where we stood but she chose the route of an ultimatum instead.." He spoke softly and swiftly as he helped her into her cloak and out toward his home.<br/><br/>"And I will hear nothing of me carrying out her demands.." He said with a warning snap of his jaws. He was quietly pulling things from shelves and setting them away in a bag. His silence was not of mourning or depression but of deep thought as he planed their escape. after a few long silent moments and two packed satchels, he spoke again whilst he thumbed through hi old Hume tomes for any he truly wished to bring. "My tribe will be sent to search for us within the borders of the warren after Mother's time span has come to an end. We have to leave the borders. We are lucky the little ones guard you against the cold.." he muttered. "For we travel west to the mountains and to the plains on the other side...there are a great many tribes that have chosen those lands as a home. Many are much like the Hase in their beliefs...though there are some one could claim are worse than Hyane...but my badge as sheriff of the warren may still hold some ground out there..they will not have heard of our exile.<br/><br/>He spoke quickly but with detail to be sure Taryn understood his plans. After he'd filled his satchels with travel equipment and a few personal belongings he looked to her and smiled. He could see the weight of the little ones baring down on her. There was no need to hide her aide any further. He was sure the whole tribe knew by now. She felt the familiar supporting embrace behind her and his muzzle gently nestled against her neck. "We will make it through these troubles, Taryn...this I promise...you and I will stand together with our little ones on the other side of those mountains where our freedom will be waiting for us..." as his words trailed off, he backed away and the supportive embrace of a new golem remained so that she could travel.<br/><br/>He held her hand tightly in his as they finally took their first steps out of his home and his ears fell low at the combined gaze of his tribe down upon them. The creatures that had known him as their protector and often their leader had gone from praise and admiration to a hatred he'd never known in the course of  few short hours. He took a breath, gripping her hand tighter and lifting his head high. He would not show indignity in his exile. He would not let Taryn do so either. He only looked back when they stood at the gates. As they were thrown open for them to leave he took one last glance back, his emerald gaze meeting the swirling crimson pools of the priestess on her pedestal. He could not call her mother any longer, could he? No...she was just 'priestess" now...