Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches
11-25-2017, 11:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2017, 11:53 AM by Ashiel.)
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- |
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