Amon thrummed with energy. From the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail, his body seemed alive with electricity. The titan thought that, should he truly concentrate on it, he may very well be able to call down bolts of lightning from the heavens above. And why not? Today was just such a day for calamity. He had considered their plan from every angle, he had taken in the thoughts and opinions of his kin, and he had allowed himself time to deliberate. None had seemed terribly attached to one particular land, nor opposed to any one pack of mortals. All that was left to them was geographic advantage, and this was a breed of strategy that Amon particularly enjoyed. The shadowy brute had intended to make a tour of Boreas, as he was undeniably more familiar with Auster, for the sake of making an informed choice. In truth, he had not gotten far. After crossing the Bifrost a thought occurred to him. To control a continent, a key implement of this was to control travel. Positioning themselves in the north of Auster, or the South of Boreas, meant their influence on the narrow strip of land between the two would be unquestionable. A pack named Talis held land near the land bridge, but his sister had been able to interact with their leader without feeling a need to disembowl him, which led Amon to believe they may prove to be adequate resources in the future wars to come. An alliance with the mortal scum may lock down their control of the Bifrost permanently. No, best to leave them be for now. And so he had turned his eye to the southern coast of Boreas. Only one pack seemed to hold sway there, one that was unfortunately a ways removed from Auster, but one that existed nonetheless. Relocating their new pack would not be too arduous. Well, perhaps he was getting ahead of himself. Amon looked over his shoulder, waiting to see if any of his kin had caught up with him yet. Certain they would be arriving shortly, Amon walked up to toe the edge of the border. The behemoth tipped his head back and led out a booming howl, one that rang with confidence and perhaps tinged with aggressive intent. He summoned this pack's alpha, intending to treat with them. Whoever led this band of mortal scum, Amon only hoped they had an acorn's worth of wit between their ears. Living bodies were much more useful than corpses, after all. Amon could only hope they would view things in the same light. He looked down to the wolverine who had chosen to travel with him for the time being. Gulo smiled up at him with a feral, hungry grin. He was as eager for the conquest promised as any other, it would seem. Amon smiled back and settled in to wait. "Talk" "You" Think

I had an angel on my shoulder

Pyralis felt her limbs light with excitement as the moved north.  Above her Alkali soared steady and true to the first target and the first victims of the Abraxas in this strange land.  She moved swiftly and elegantly, her whole body seemingly charged with an eagerness for violence though she knew this was not a battle… not yet.  They would attempt to make these mortals see reason and if they failed then the Abraxas would tear them to ribbons.  She glanced behind her at her children and offered them a little smile.  She was proud of them.  Proud of the wolves they'd grown to be and the future that they would inherit.

Standing next to her brother she gazed out across the weeping willows that were shifting every so slightly in the breeze.  No one had approached them yet but it was only a matter of time before that changed.  She rolled her shoulders lazily forward and flexed her toes. "I forget brother, are you a betting man?  I wonder how long before they realize we're here.  We could just start making ourselves at home."  Pyralis laughed, never thinking for a moment that they might not succeed.  Amon tipped back his head and howled for the alpha and she laughed.  It was just like her brother to get right to the point.

But the devil always won

The Ripper had only just settled in comfortably in his island, surrounded by the rusting, creaking zombies Man had left behind and now they were moving. He was a bit upset over losing his hunting ground but apparently Amon was king shit now and whatever he said was law. Amon was just an upturned brat if you asked him but he was more than careful about keeping his opinions to himself. He would play along; he had to, otherwise the whole point of leaving Bromos for this godless land would be wasted. If Amon was king shit his family certainly wouldn’t take his open murder and evisceration with the same mirth he did. As they approached the land where the petulant child that was his brother would make his stand, something in his mind clicked. There was a familiar scent on the border, although where he had first encountered it he couldn’t say. He found that interesting in its own right. Maybe the move wouldn’t be so bad after all. "Talk" Thought You

The male heard the howl and his ears flicked back almost immediately. He felt his stomach churn, knowing full well the type of howl that was ringing in his ears. He felt a flood of emotions all at once. Anger. Hurt. He closed his ghostly white eyes, cursing under his tongue. The brute could only think of his family, what was left of it… Roza and Ulric… could they suffer some sort of horrid fate if he fought and lost. What of the rest of the pack? He could feel his head swimming, the weight of the world resting upon his shoulders. For a few moments he was frozen, afraid of failure before all had even begun.

He thought of his members too…  Caelum and Zephyr had just had a child. He growled under his breath. He wanted to tell them to run… to get away from Dragoste while he saw to this threat. But where could they go for safety? Ganta felt his stomach churning. He turned towards the den with Roza and his son for a moment, his heart racing in his chest. He wanted them to get away… all of his pack to get away. He didn’t want them to see this… for better or worse.

‘Why the doubt now, Ganta-boy?’ He asked himself. He took a deep, stabilizing breath and then started towards the borders to see what was going on. But with a tone touched with aggressiveness… he doubted it would be anything pleasant.

...and great Gods what he saw…there behemoths were standing at the borders of Dragoste. He flicked his ears back and narrowed his eyes, his body tensing. Either the Gods were punishing him… or fate was truly a cruel mistress. Either way… He did not like like the look of where this was going. It wasn’t just the wolves either… but their companions that had Ganta on edge. ‘Don’t do anything stupid…’ The young man thought, walking towards them. He tried to steel himself as best he could, keeping a brave face as he analyzed each of these wolves in turn.

Finally Ganta stopped, a good three body lengths of the behemoths before him and them. He lifted his head to meet the blue gaze of the darkest one. His tail arched over his back, jaws parting. But no growl came forth, no threats to leave this land. Already he could see Dragoste would be in trouble should these wolves decide to fight them. The only one remotely close to their dizzying size was his son and Ganta would be damned if he dared let them lay a paw on him.

“You stand at the borders of Dragoste,” He said dryly. “I’m the one you want. State your business.” There were no formalities, no pleasantries. Ganta would cut straight to business as well. He felt threatened by these wolves not just by their tone but their size. What would his father had done if these types of wolves showed up at his borders…?

Fight.

The single word came to Ganta’s mind as his ghostly white orbs flashed. He knew that Sin would fight to the death for his pack. But could he afford to do that? If he died… what would happen to his family? Would they ever reunite with Philomena? Would his friends, his packmates, all become slaves? No, he thought, he was getting ahead of himself. See what they wanted first. Maybe… maybe this was all a misunderstanding and they wanted a friendly chat...

Malleus deliberately trailed behind his father as the elder Abraxas made his way to the border of his future pack. He strongly doubted the those that called this place home would simply roll over (even if it was in their best interest) and allow the Abraxas to make their claim so he intended to do a little scouting before joining the rest of the family. He wouldn't stray too far; no, just a little jaunt in whatever direction looked the most traveled. Each and every Abraxas that joined Amon on this mission was capable of holding their own. If things devolved while he was separated from the group he was confident that they would be just fine without him. His presence wouldn't make or break the battle. What might make a difference, though, was if there were any pack wolves outside their borders. The last thing one of his relatives needed was to be jumped from behind.

OOC: crappy tag is crappy, sorry! D:

Amon flicked an ear as his sister arrived, knowing the woman must be just as excited as himself. For all that the woman was not necessarily 'pack material' it was in their nature to relish these sorts of activities. They had cut their teeth on pillage and plunder, wetted themselves on war as mere pups. It was an invigorating return to what Amon considered the norm after such a prolonged period of inactivity. Of course, the brute was confident that it had been time well spent. "Feel free. Fallen God knows I'd never dream of stopping you," he said dryly, a hint of humor leaking in. Before she had the chance, Andras arrived arrived as well. He wore the irritated, darting gaze Amon had come to understand was normal for the man. He gave his brother a nod, somewhat surprised to see him there at all. Of course, Amon was not complaining. His patience was rewarded with the relatively timely arrival of the packs leader. Amon took a long moment to drink in the male's appearance. He was a puny thing, by Amon's standards, being an entire head shorter than himself and his siblings. The fur of his head was excessively long and his limbs bore strange patterns. Amon's eyes were cold and, when he spoke, his voice strong. "So kind of you to join us," Amon rumbled in his deep, resonant baritone. Never one for polite chit chat, he dove in, chest swelling as the words began to trickle forth from his lips. "My name is Amon Abraxas, and the fine creatures beside me are Pyralis and Andras, Abraxas as well. You stand in the presence of the Children of the Fallen God. The rest of our kin lurk in the surrounding woods. I can only assume by this point they have your territory well scouted, if not entirely encircled." He let the gravity of his statement sink in, as well as the malice which had come forth so easily. "I have come to you as an emissary of the one true God. This land has been promised to us as the rightful inheritance of our family and our ancestors. Our empire will reach from coast to coast, and leave no land left untouched. We have come to you with an offer to join and live within it, or die and allow us to build upon your ashes." His lips lifted in a half snarl, blue eyes transformed into chip of glacial ice. "Submit, and those you love will be unharmed. They will be free to come and go as they please, granted the protection of our forces, encouraged to wander freely and spread the wealth of the Fallen God. If you choose to resist, you will be destroyed." Amon took three careful steps forward, crossing the border between this male's land and the free lands they had approached from. Amon was careful to maintain a distance between them should the man choose to lunge, all the while confident he could swat him aside like a fly if he would make such a fatal error. Pyralis and Andras would surely fall on him as well, rip the man to pieces. Amon could only hope he was a drop wiser than that. Amon continued on. "The Empire will know no neutral parties. The world belongs to us, which has left you no where to run, I'm afraid. Only the living fight with us, for all the rest shall be reduced to corpses." He took yet another step. "One at a time, of course. Even dead men bear useful information and I find they are eager to talk after watching two or three of their fellows bleed out into the dirt before them." Another step. "Tell me, leader of Dragoste, do you have a mate? Children?" One final step. "Which side would you rather see them standing on?" Amon loomed over the other male, staring down at him with the animosity of a looming thunderhead, dark and promising a fearsome display once unleashed. Beside him Gulo snarled, compact body bristling with the sort of unchecked rage which came so easily in his species. Amon waited for a reply. What happened next was no longer his choice. "Talk" "You" Think

I'M KNOWN TO PUNCH 'EM IN THE DICK AT THE END OF A FIGHT ooc. please be aware that Kaine is beyond M rated at this point, and that Denny loves you (plz don't take their horrible attitude personally I love you all) The pond scum occupying this vast landscape were going to face their makers, stare down their false gods and taste carnage. The beast was ready to tear open arteries and crack bones. The whole concept of bringing down an empire made their balls twitch. Perhaps they would bury their dick in some of the mortal women, and take the dignity of their husbands. Even better, make the women watch as they claimed their husbands' asses. Hungry licking at their muzzle with unabashed excitement, tail flagging high over their hips. The sonic boom of their brother's voice echoed through the woods as they trotted through. Heavy steps and fearless gait brought them from the shadows. Many were gathered, a war party bent on intimidating before destroying. No doubt Amon would slay this puny king, and tear that fluffy mane from his scalp as recompense for the spent energy. A throaty chuckle would rumble past inky lips. They heard the ultimatum, witnessed Amon's fearless steps onto the claimed territory. Head low between their shoulders, the deity wore a grin sharp as a dagger. "Let us peel your flesh from your bones, pretty boy." They crooned, praying to the Fallen One that he would give the clan their chance to do just that. It was time for some good old fashioned war crimes. speech AND I NEVER SAY I'M SORRY AT THE END OF THE NIGHT

Ashiel strode boldly after his mother. With his family around him he felt more confident than ever. They were gods! They were untouchable! He worked to steady his breathing, he could feel his blood hammering in his ears with the thrill of possibly seeing his first battle and if not that he would see the masterful work of his uncle in negotiation and leadership. This was one of the best learning experiences he could have. As they crossed into the southern territories his mother would turn and smile at him and he smiled back, chest swelling with pride. They came upon the packs borders and Ashiel held back for a moment to observe as a… very weird looking mortal came forward. Something was wrong with his fur, it grew abnormally long on his head… like a horse or something. Introductions were made but Ashiel wasn't satisfied. He wanted to experience this and so calming himself he strode forward as cool and calm as you could please to stand next to his mother. He glared at Kaine as the other opened his stupid mouth. Did he miss the negotiation part of this exercise? Ashiel never did understand this rushing will to participate in violence. Sure, he knew his mother did such things for fun but he swore it seemed like several of his male family felt like they had to one up the other to show just how violent and terrible and scary they were. It made Ashiel want to roll his eyes. He preferred to show just how deadly he was when it was necessary and in as quiet and calculating a manner as possible. As Amon spoke Ashiel turned his attention back to his uncle. Ashiel listened with rapt attention as Amon spoke, taking in his voice, his tone and his body language as he expertly laid out the situation. It was a thing of beauty watching his uncle so neatly, and chillingly, lay out the terms and the cost for refusing to accept them. "Talk" "You" Think

Ana could feel the same buzzing excitement as the rest of her family. While she'd had the wanderlust before, she now was completely devoted to sticking to her clan like glue. It would take a force of nature to separate her from all of this as there was no way in hell she was missing out on dominating the mortal packs. She'd taken a liking to the alpha that ruled the southern pack in Auster so she was glad that they were coming after one of the northern packs first. It would give her time to think about twisting the cinnamon colored male and bending him to the whims and desires of the Abraxas. If she couldn't, or if any of her family couldn't, then she was also more than happy to help destroy him and the rest of his pack. She trailed behind as she ran scenarios in her head. She hadn't come across this pack they were heading to before, but it was thrilling all the same. That feel of adrenaline pumping in her veins was like a drug to her. It had begun. By the time they arrived she'd already resolved to lurking in the shadows with one of Amon's many children. She split off in a different direction to cover more ground, but made sure to stay within earshot of the group. She wasn't as tall as the other giants she traveled with so she decided that they would make a more imposing appearance. After all she appeared dainty and non-threatening so maybe she'd take them by surprise if some of this man's pack mates decided to show up. Amon's words left a shiver running up her spine as she listened as he laid down the law. There was no room for negotiations, no room for argument, just submit or die and she loved every word that fell past his dark colored lips. Their family would take over and the mortals would be put in their place whether that was below them or as corpses. Walk, "Talk" Think

Apollo moved along in parallel with the rest of the group, a self-appointed scout and out rider ensuring the safety of the group so that the bulk could focus on their mission. Most of the clan seemed to have come along, though he privately doubted that they would all be needed. He simply couldn't see these mortals putting up that hard of a fight when faced with the might of the demigod family. He was pleased by the show of support for Amon's mission, truthfully, so he was glad of their presence regardless. As Amon conversed with the strange creature who had come in answer, Apollo continued to keep a close watch on their surroundings, going so far as to ghost around the edges of the group along the border in both directions, taking care to remain in easy return distance in the event of trouble.

(Who's gonna stand up, who's gonna fight?)
The voice of the unheard

The moment the other male began speaking Ganta knew that this wasn’t going to be pleasant. So the man before him wasn’t just huge, but apparently delusional in the fact that he believed, as they all seemed to, that they were the Children of some Fallen God. Ganta didn’t believe Gods walked the Earth… but he’d seen wolves as big as them without those delusions. His son and daughter were on their way to that size… He kept his gaze focused on the man, his white orbs flashing with anger.

Dragoste… was in real trouble. It was surrounded by these wolves… if he made the wrong move… Ganta felt his claws bite into the soil, feeling the fur on his neck rising. He didn’t believe the bullshit the man was spouting… rightful inheritance? No. Wolves were free. No wolf had the right above any other. Packs came and went… and to claim a world… an empire… was a stupid dream of grandeur. He was offered simply one ultimatum :: Surrender and live, or fight and die. Could he really trust these so called Gods to protect his friends and family? To treat his members as equals?

No.

Ganta bristled further, but he wasn’t stupid enough to lunge at the man. Not here. He closed his eyes, breathing in slowly. He was indirectly threatening Roza… threatening Ulric. ‘Are you just going to sit there?’ He asked himself. Ganta flared his nostrils, finally opening his gaze. When those ghostly orbs fell on Amon there was fire within them, lips peeling back in a snarl.

“You come here, claiming so relation to a God… and yet you’ve no real proof. If it is your size? I’ve seen wolves your size before. Or are you tell me all of them are children of your Fallen God as well?” Spittle flew from his jaws, claws biting into the soil just a bit more. “...and then you dare try to hold those I care about over my head as a bargaining chip? My wife and ch--son… I doubt they’d be kept safe under your command. You claim to offer them protection, but I’ve seen firsthand the sort of work a striving empire will do. No, you’ll go after some other pack and let them lay THEIR lives on the lines while you sit back and watch with amusement… because you feel oh so entitled.”

His gaze shot to another being that spoke, snorting softly. “You’ll be able to take whatever you like… once I’m dead!” Ganta’s voice was rising with anger and determination, gaze shooting back to the one that was their leader.

These were the exact sort of wolves that Ganta had promised his pack to protect them from. He threw back his head, letting out a booming howl for his members that there was a threat present. If they chose to stay or run wasn’t his choice… he could only hope that what they chose would be the right one.

“If you want this land, then we do this the old fashioned way.” Ganta motioned towards the rest of the Abraxas gathered. “Unless you are such a coward that you must do your dirty work in a pack, bullying others into listening to you?” Ganta straightened, feeling something surge through him. Was this what his father felt when he challenged Arian…?

“But this time… only one man will walk away. For Dragoste, my home, I will fight to the death. If you want this pack, you should be willing to do the same.” Ganta knew what he was doing was risky… Gods he’d probably be massacred… but if he was fighting for what he believed in… then could there be any regrets after the fact? His mind swam with thoughts of his family, both old and current. “...So are we going to the battlefield,” Ganta said cooly. “...or are you going to leave this place?”

(Who's gonna break these chains and lies?)
Love is the answer

Amon saw the moment the man's decision was made. A look of fear was replaced by a look of rage, which brought a curling smile onto Amon's lips. Yes, he thought, delighted. Get angry, little man. Anger makes wolves do such stupid things... He listened as the man ranted on, marveling at how his own anger was being transmuted into a twisted sort of glee. How dare this mortal scum speak to him that way? Oh, his vengeance would be sweet. Amon began to salivate thinking about sinking his fangs into the pathetic man's neck. "The proof you thirst for will be your undoing," he murmured, voice softened by the intense rage that choked him, clouding his mind with it's heady presence. As Amon continued to speak, his voice grew powerful and far more sinister. "You've sealed your fate, mortal. I will gleefully tear you limb from limb. I really do hope your mate," he said with a bite, "has other suitors lined up. She'll need someone to help her forget the sight of your broken body once I drag it all the way back to your pathetic little pack, piece by piece. Perhaps they will need proof of our magnitude as well." He looked over to Andras and Kaine, both so eager for bloodshed and pain. "I'm sure one of my fellows here will be more than happy to attend her," he snarled. What a pathetic little whelp. He was playing a game he did not one understand and one he could not hope to win. If he knew the swaths of destruction the Abraxas name had carved through hundreds of lands before this one, perhaps he would not be so quick to refuse. "You would have been lucky to stand amongst us, you foolish, pathetic creature. Instead you've sealed the fate of every wolf you've ever sworn to protect. I'll be sure to let them know, as they're staring into the jaws of death, that you had the opportunity to choose life for them and threw it away for the sake of pride. Do you think they'll thank you for it?" Amon spun on his heels, begin the trek towards this lands ancient battlegrounds. "Let's escort our new friend to the field, hmm? I'd rather he not have the chance to tip the others off. So much easier to slaughter sheep when they're all in one place." -Exit- "Talk" "You" Think

I had an angel on my shoulder

They moved like wraiths, like reapers intent on severing the souls from those that opposed them and the night felt alive with the tension.  One by one their family amassed on the border.  The whole night seemed to heave and shiver with the weight of their presence all in one place and eager for bloodshed.  She chuckled when the alpha of the pack finally appeared.  He was of a fair size and age but he was built like a fragile little waif and had the most ridiculous mane coming off of his head.  Long, strange hair that made him look like some half-bred horse… like prey.  He put on a good show but she sensed the nervousness and she watched with delight as her brother laid out their terms.

She grinned at Kaine, eager to join the bloodshed.  They had a target sitting here just begging be taken and she didn't feel like waiting.  She'd been reigning herself in since they'd moved to this land, instead focusing her intent on bearing and raising her first litter and now that that was past she was ready to raise a little hell.

To her surprise the mortal seemed intent on fighting to the death and singling out Amon to do battle with him.  She scowled as the scum dared to motion to the rest of the gathered Abraxas.  Stating that the battle would be one on one.  

“Unless you are such a coward that you must do your dirty work in a pack, bullying others into listening to you?”

She knew her brother's pride and immediately spoke up with a barking, mocking laugh. "Jealous?" She purred. "It's not a mark of weakness but one of leadership.  Don't blame us that you can't project enough of a presence to garner such loyalty.  Why should we cast aside our strength and our bonds because you fail to match it?"  She turned to her brother. "Let us maim this wretch and leave him a bloody mess for his family to find.  Five on one ought to make for a fine sport, perhaps a little competition?"  They could leave him a bloody mess and come back in a days time to see if the fool had reconsidered Amon's most generous offer.  What could she say… she preferred to work slow. "I was hoping this show of force would include some suffering…  I kind of want to make it slow. Why give the long-haired rat the luxury of going in one fell swoop?"  She glanced to Andras.  He was known for his cruelty, surely he agreed?

Amon would speak and Pyralis would scowl.  Typical men.  "Brother… why is it you can never share?"  She let out a laugh.  He moved to leave and she sighed.  She knew it was pointless to argue but she hoped that maybe he'd reconsider his words and turn around so they could do this together.  However, once Amon's pride was at stake all bets were off. "Fine, take this piece of shit and teach him a lesson.  I will enjoy watching him writhing on the ground in agony.  Ashiel, do me proud and leave a blood bath in your wake.  Find this pretty woman of our alpha's and help our family make an example of her.  As for the kids well… I know some cannibals we can feed them to. Asharya, follow me."

Turning her back on the scene she moved to follow her brother, praying for his success.  If he failed… she would take on the mantle like a hungry beast.  She would kill the alpha, conquer the pack and any whose scents her bretheren recognized would be maimed on sight.  In some ways… this alpha better hoped it was he who died.

-exit-

But the devil always won

Ashiel looked like calm personified but inside his chest his heart was hammering as Ganta and Amon sparred with their words ultimately culminating in what was to be a one-on-one match to the death.  This wasn't at all what Ashiel had been hoping for.  He thought all of them together were going to charge in and lay waste to the pack.  What was his uncle thinking?  His mother made her distaste of the plan known but for mostly different reasons than Ashiels.  They had strength in numbers so why throw that away?  The only reason he could guess was that this battle was to be symbolic. A god vs a mortal.  This was all something to prove a point and if it went south it would make Amon a martyr and work the other Abraxas into a rageful, vengeful fury.  In that respect Amon actually couldn't lose. Ashiel looked to his mother as she instructed him to lay waste to Dragoste and everyone in it.  He would try but he was doubtful.  Likely they'd all heard the violence in the call and fled but either way the family could help themselves to the packs stores.  He was now wishing he knew more of poisons so that they might taint the remains of the food supply.  There were so many ways to make this pack suffer that Ashiels mind was positively reeling with them but much like his mother he preferred a good old-fashioned throw down. "Good luck, uncle." Ashiel strode into the territory daring the alpha to turn around and stop him as he slithered toward the most likely place they'd be making their dens. If able… he'd start with the pups. -exit- "Talk" "You" Think

Asharya had moved with her kin, grateful for the strong body she had grown into. Initially the young fae had stuck close to her mother and brother, diverting for a moment once she saw other members of their family fanning out in other directions. Deciding she could spare a moment, the girl decided to do some investigating of their own. She had trained all through her childhood for this moment, ever aware of the war which had loomed on the horizon. Now it was time to begin, and Asha found herself as infected with joyous, savage intent as any other member of their party, even if it was tinged with a fair majority of youthful naivety. The girl familiarized herself with the many layered smells of the packs border. It was difficult, but not impossible, to distinguish several individuals who had contributed to them. Male, female, young and old alike. Asharya was eager for her chance to pit her strength against each and every one of them. She was a goddess and she was ready to begin acting like one. Upon returning, the fiery fae heard the verbal battle going on between her uncle and... well, whatever that was that had come to treat with them. It had the body of a wolf, spindly as it was, but excessive grows and strange markings which made her give him a second glance. Asha's fur bristled as she heard the male speak to her uncle in a disgustingly authoritative tone of voice. How dare he... Asha may be young, but the place of mortals in her world was a lesson she had learned early. Her mother spoke then, apparently discontent with the agreement Amon had brokered. In a way Asha agreed, if only because she always wanted her chance at tearing the mortal man to shreds. Of course, should they take their conflict elsewhere it would give her ample opportunity to sneak in amongst the borders and cause some havoc there, perhaps while the members of this pack were off and away. Unfortunately, her mother had other plans, and ordered her along as the males began to stalk away. "Yes Mother," she murmured, dutiful if a bit disappointed. She turned to Ashiel before she left. "Take out one for me, alright? I want all the details when I return." She winked at him, a cruel grin on her lips, then turned to follow the rest of their war party as they made their way the battlefield. "Talk" "You" Think

She had followed dutifully behind the rest of her family much like a silent gray shadow. A silent storm cloud would have been more of an appropriate analogy, but storms were anything but quiet. Right now her temper was in check and therefore the hurricane had not yet been unleashed so therefore she was a shadow for now. Even when they arrived at the pack's borders, Nova slipped off with a few of the others before this alpha arrived. Amon was intimidating enough without the rest of them and already it was beginning to feel crowded. Instead she slipped away to go see if she could find some mortal to terrorize. She doubted it with the amount of Abraxas that had shown up to this little event, and she wanted to give the younger ones and opportunity, and how few scents seemed to surround this puny and insignificant pack. They would crush them with ease and then later continue on with the rest of the mortal packs until there were none left standing but the Abraxas.  Walk, "Talk" Think