SO I CAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYE WHEN I SPIT IN YOUR FACE
The War Sargent was growing rather tired of the dead days, nothing eventful for him to lead for. Instead his mind wandered to the thoughts of Wisteria, how she was settling in and how his grandchildren were. He had met them briefly once, but not very often would he heard from her or Helius. The unsettling thing was the sight of those three who looked nothing like either of the two, but resembled Phobus. He was angered at the idea, that not only had the demon defiled his daughter but that he had impregnated her as well. He of course couldn't take that out on Wisteria or the three children she bore that looked like him, it wasn't their faults. It was Phobus's.
He envisioned it every night before he fell asleep, his jaws sinking into the demon and draining the blood from his body slowly. How much he would love to tear him limb from limb. To watch him burn and rot, the fear in his eyes and the pain in his face. He wanted so badly to be the one to cause his demise, for the pain he had caused his family and the lives he ruined. His anger boiled at the idea of the bastard walking freely in Tarben, but of course that wasn't his call.
He wondered when Mabbit or Yesimire would have children, Mabbit of course already having previous children with a mate in his old home. Ayara and Valkyrie were beautiful young ladies, and he could only hope someone would be able to tame and take care of their hearts. His dark frame rose from the cave floor of his den when he heard his niece call for a meeting. It'd been some time since she did so, since he'd seen everyone. He gently nudged his mate if she was inside the den with him to motion her with him.
As he left his den and trotted to the clearing, he couldn't help but take in the cool air in his fur. His bright yellow eyes scanning the area, making sure everyone was accounted for before he took a seat beside Skade, leaving room for both Revna and Thyrius of course. His eyes went to his son as he came in shortly after, his legs scaled still but different. Giant bird wings sprouted from the boys shoulders. His head cocked to the side, but he stayed silent as Ambrose bowed his head to his cousin.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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DON'T LET 'EM HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT WHEN I TAKE YOUR PLACE
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