Be careful making wishes in the dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark

The would-be tyrant's meeting was at an end and therefore Hati was at loose ends. Daegmar had disappeared, probably to talk to Artemis about a rank - her well-placed ambition was one of the things he liked but didn't quite understand about Daegmar - and Akemi had never come at all. Hati had never felt the need for companionship, had always preferred to be alone with his rage, but right now being alone was... uncomfortable. Like fleas, biting at his skin, an itch that he couldn't quite shake. Why had he come back to this pack? It had failed him twice already, and the new claimant had abandoned it before. She'd given an excuse that he was ok with, family, but did he fully trust it? No. He didn't trust her, or her judgement. Maybe it would come in time but right now... he didn't trust her. And he couldn't trust anyone she might appoint to a higher rank. Well, Daegmar yes. But these other bastards, he neither knew nor trusted. He wouldn't serve without trust.

Those thoughts were what drove him, not ambition, as his deep voice bellowed a call for Artemis. He would show her his worth and get a higher rank, and then ambitious idiots trying to get him killed wouldn't be a problem. Much.



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And besides in the meantime
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.

Hati wears a bear skull on his head unless otherwise stated in the post. He also has a ram's skull that might be switched in sometimes if he finds it again.
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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? he is candid, intrepid -- having proven to harbor such haughty traits as he questioned her authority before her advocates; and yet, his inquiries were not absurd in the slightest. it is true: the elysius deity had once forsaken a crown and throne only moments after seizing it betwixt covetous paws; however, thus far she had maintained her power, and her intentions to preserve it are unwavering. her purpose resides within her family { her blood }, and to abandon them as their provider -- their monarch -- would mean to fail them entirely. if she can avoid it, the phantom queen will retain her title as undefeated, victorious -- if not wholly for their sake and the sake of her own PRIDE.



the brute is one to fuse with the shadows of her realm; however, the luminescence of his gaze alerts the tyrant of his looming presence, and willowy appendages propel the wraith with the immaculate carriage of a queen into his proximities -- dauntlessly. a wry grin { infamous smirk } stains the premises of her porcelain countenance as avid pupils briefly scan his entity, judgment ridden within her frigid gaze. ?do you seek a higher title, mr. hroovitnisson?? the tyrant inquires, stunting her saunter just mere feet from where he resides, a beacon of discontent.