His plans were within reach, but something had been missing...it felt almost too easy at this rate. The majority of his followers were his family, the task he'd been seeking much too easy for his taste...he needed more. Perhaps a chance at watching someone potentially succeed or fail, the unknown outcome tugging at his mind. It was this day that he would make his way towards the battlefield, the morning light peeking over the horizon casting long shadows across the ground. Behind him, his mate and children followed. Squirrel had been ordered to stay behind to watch the babes while he was away for the time being. He hadn't really told anyone what he was doing until the night before, thus the anticipation grew. It would be thanks to Arian throwing someone else under the bus that he came here today. To satiate the part of him that needed a challenge of sorts, and he would be satisfied whether he succeeded or failed in this endeavor. The pack name had stuck in his head since, both Arian and Amachi seemingly hinting and goading him on towards potentially stealing the crown of an invisible group. If not for them, he probably wouldn't have known that they existed, not having seen hide nor hair from this group if ever. His son, however, had taken the chance to mingle among them once upon a time...and indeed, they would be a likely target regardless.
He stopped in the center field, amber gaze taking in the dawn's light as the sky painted itself with a variety of hues. The sun wasn't above the mountain peeks yet, it's golden glow silhouetting the majority of the mountain peaks that dotted alacritia, the dew still sat upon the few scattered sprouts and grasses within the battlefield. Rolling his shoulders as his fur rose against the chill of the morning, he turned to his family. "I care not what you do here, just don't distract me. And try not to get yourselves into too much trouble either." It was a simple request, gaze lingering on his three children but particularly on Paradox and Forsaken. Enigma seemed to be a bit more calm then the two, but he knew that when his siblings were riled up, he too often followed. They were an odd bunch, but he was proud of his children regardless. Taking in a deep breath of air, he faced the Eastern lands. This was the moment he had decided, the moment he would see if this group even existed or if they had melted into the pits of the world never to be seen again. It was the moment of truth.
Sending a howl into the chilly air, he called forth the primary leader of Threar. He wanted no lesser, for he wanted to see if the creature in question was a good and strong one. Should Sin fall, he would offer his respect to them. Should they fail, he would remain respectable, simply a victor...that is, if they even had the guts to show. His call was clear and crisp, nobody could mistake what the call was for. It resounded across the land for all to hear. He cared not who showed up, for his sole focus was on the one he beckoned to the fields of war.
"Speech"
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