A Call to Arms [Abraxas War Meeting]
11-19-2017, 02:55 PM
He skulked off his island, ignorant and overall apathetic to the importance of the call. Andras didn’t recognize Amon as an authority, or the rest of his family for that matter. He had made it this far on his own and had it not been for the protection offered by being surrounded by so many members of his family he would have stayed in the Kingdom of Bromos, slaughtering his way through whatever forces the pitiful Everiath family sent his way.
He entered the ring with a wide yawn, regarding the spawn his siblings had made with indifference. His younger brother and his litter mate seemed quite proud of themselves for their accomplishment in fucking some terrans that had no doubt appeared interesting at the time. Their progeny certainly had elaborate markings and vibrant coats, but appearance ultimately meant little to him. Pyralis was certainly strong there was no doubting that, but her children were ultimately unimpressive.
He laid on the ground with a soft thump, crossing one paw over the other and waited for this business to be over and done with so he could return to tormenting the terran he had caught snooping too close to the spider cove. |
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