Opportunities
He strode across the territory, patrolling his borders while at the same time, seeking out two individuals he had been meaning to talk to. His son showed promise, and it was his ruthless drive that would do well in the future. Pausing at the far eastern edge of the Plains, the man would howl into the sky, a call for Forsaken and Amachi. He was highly interested in her, and he hoped the pair would agree to what he wished to tell them. It was time the pack needed some encouragement, perhaps this would be the first step towards it. He would seat himself, waiting and scanning the terrain for the pair to arrive before him.
The call of his father was not something that would be ignored. Forsaken rose to the call, flicking his ears back slightly as he moved like a wraith from where he'd been laying. The man had little interest in things, save for one. Squirrel. The slave was like a breath of fresh air in this world that was full of the largest amount of bullshit that Forsaken had seen yet. Though he knew not the dangers that awaited them, the young man felt certain, just like his father, that there would be repercussions for them taking Threar. Were they prepared for that? Certainly. Forsaken would arrive to his father's side, slipping up beside him and taking a seat. He would look out over the plains with his golden eyes, breathing out slowly. "You called, father?" He'd glance over to the man, a mischievous smirk on his lips. The devil's son was always ready to play. Ready to serve. "" |
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