Achilles, Achilles, just put down the bottle
don't listen to what you've consumed
The brute had gotten no sleep – how could he? Achilles had declared war on Tarben, one of the most feared packs in Starfall. And Sabertooth had caused no issues, not until recently, that is. His once-praised son that was supposed to be the next king not only mated with the claim of a Tarben prince, but also kidnapped her and brought her home. What was even worse is that clearly at least one of the children from Aurora’s large litter was of Dane lineage – she had no sky pelt like either of her parents. Frigg. Achilles wanted to love her, since she was his own granddaughter, but it was difficult with the tension of war upon them, and her being the reason. He sighed, his grey eyes looking at the horizon through the woodsy Sabertooth cliffs. His ears perked to a monstrous howl come from the south. Beartooth. This was much sooner than the Sabertooth alpha had told Phobus. Fear and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he let out a call of his own to rally his troops from the packlands. Thankfully, Aeolus had left shortly after their own meeting to go collect volunteers from Nightingale to help watch the pups, and it appeared as if the first of them – Kiera, showed up. Achilles gave the lamprydae lass a silent nod in thanks. She mirrored the gesture. Once all his participating members gathered – he led the charge with Pandora towards the field of death.
Achilles was frightened, despite his exterior being stoic and almost chiseled like a statue. The alpha did not fly, for he knew not all of them could. He was with them, and them with him. Achilles so wanted to give some motivational speech, but he could not muster words right now. Too much was running through his mind. Beartooth must have received the news from Phobus and acted immediately, because this was not when the crimson, leather, and chocolate clad king wanted to start. It shouldn’t surprise him that Beartooth would not care for such. In his front line was himself, Pandora, Remus and Artemis, in addition to the brute who caused it all – Hermes, and the son he wanted to reign after his own passing – Aeolus. The rocky hillside soon flattened to the dreaded plains. His steely eyes scanned the landscape, eventually landing on the Tarben troops. Instinctively, Achilles raised his head high, even though he knew he would not even come close to the dire species’ size. His eye with the navy band landed on Beartooth first, slowly glancing up from his massive paws to his face, dressed with a wicked grin. It took every effort for Achilles to not gulp.
The brute stopped about 15 feet away from the opposing troops when Beartooth began to almost sing tauntingly to them. ”Achilles, Pandora. It seems your son may have mistaken my son’s soulmate for a toy and taken her from him - And his children. Though," Achilles’s facial features remained stoic, unaffected even, as he kept his silver stare on Beartooth’s own icy one. The deep cackle shook his very bones, but his joints remained stiff. "I can't say that giving her back will make us square. It seems your little Monokeros boy got my daughter killed.” Confusion could be noted in his eyes, particularly because of the navy band shifting because of pupil dilation – So that’s where Shuu ended up. Another child of theirs, although not biological, dead. Achilles let his teeth bare a bit, in which this reaction the Tarben emperor would see. “Hence, the murder of your sweet little Skyling girl. I heard she didn't even put up a good fight, I can't imagine this will be a difficult war to win." Achilles snarled, drawing out the sound as he growled the words ”B U R N…I N…H E L L.”
The crimson, leather, and chocolate clad male jet up to the sky, and as he did, he felt extreme warmth, but it did not hurt. Flames had combusted off of his body as he gained the fire elemental bloodline. The flames enveloped him, being reflected in his steely grey eyes. He was a furnace, metal being worked as his heart steeled over. Achilles swooped down, directing his sights at Beartooth, but feigned at the last possible moment and jet towards a brute who looked enough like Beartooth off to the side. Before the boy could react, Achilles ducked his head down, and tilted it back upwards with a maneuver that would hook his antlers around Uuthred’s neck and jaw, to which flames nicked against the sensitive areas. Before the trapped could flee, Achilles clamped his fangs into the base of the neck and yanked upwards as he flew about 10 feet in the sky – with the size difference, Achilles was not able to fly as high as he wanted to. The flames that engulfed the Sabertooth alpha had to explore one of the many princes of Tarben. As the life was singed and choked out of Uuthred, Achilles would let go with his maw and the charred body would fall, but not without a price. Part of Achilles’s one antler broke from the way the corpse dropped. He winced as it broke, but once Uuthred’s corpse was on the ground, Achilles would speak before turning to Beartooth, praying to himself the dane king had no hold of anyone of Sabertooth yet. ”It’s a damn shame tch’ya children mean nothin to tch’ya.”
of feeding and it's wholly untrue
Actions and thoughts and "Words."
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