It seemed everything was falling apart around him, between his beloveds son assaulting his cousins wife on her wedding night, to the announcement of his last sons death - And the nearly war that surely would have taken place had Themis and the Spartan not announced their cutting off from Phobus. How dare he? And what kind of mindset would he even have to think that to be okay? His thoughts went to Themis, of course he was there for her for it all. But he often worried for her, what she was thinking, how she was hurting too.
Her call brought him from the lowered stance he sat in, watching a deer, to standing and scaring it off. She was summoning a meeting, and he knew exactly what for. His strong ebony legs began to carry him back in-land swiftly from Themis' behind. He quickly made his way to the meeting clearing, perching up next to his flame. He gave her a quick lick on the cheek, and looked to meet her suns. "I'm sorry I'm late my love, I was beginning to hunt. That can wait." He said with a soft, reassuring smile to her.
The Spartan King looked to those who had shown so far, his ruby eyes catching on the family first. The unenthusiastic mother and her now adult children. The one male was one he remembered quite vividly, the way he looked at his daughter at the last meeting. A small wave of anger flashed over him, reminding him of Phobus. He would never get the chance to even speak to Ayara if she wished it, let alone ever harm her the way Phobus had Wisteria - If he was anything like Phobus, Mabbit would take his life.
The wave quickly subsided, his expressionless face still stayed during to not give his thoughts away as he looked to each of them. "Elara, Skywalker, Natalya, Vader. It's nice to see you all." His attention stuck to Evangeline then. "Hello, Evangeline, thank you for coming. He looked to his step-son, the only son he had left on this plane. He smiled to the fellow horned male. "Hello, Demius." He said with a happy smile. Vaughn caught his eye, his head turning to attempt to meet the males gaze. "Vaughn, hello." He kept a toothy grin, hoping to ease Themis' stress as he attempted to take over greeting and give her less to do. Surely she would want to be the one to give the announcement, but he would not object if she requested for him to take over for her comfort.
"This war is ours!"
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