FROM THE ASHES, WE RISE [The Empire]
12-02-2017, 02:22 PM
Instead of going to the battlefield Malleus had lingered in Dragoste's lands and monitored the comings and goings of the pack wolves. He hadn't interfered with their movements; merely watched and waited for the return of his family. His goal had been to make note of which wolves (if any) fled the packlands with the intention of relaying that information to any members of his family who might be interested in a hunt. He'd have stopped any truly interesting members, but seeing none, much of his time had been spent simply observing. The howl that had surely shattered the hopes of the Dragoste wolves hadn't come as a surprise to him. Not for one second had he doubted that his father would be victorious. Dragoste's leader had gone up against a son of the Fallen God. It couldn't have ended any other way. Foolish pride had been his downfall. What, Malleus wondered, would become of the Dragoste wolves? Had his father's rage been sated with the fight, or would he rain fire and fury on the rest of the mortals here? Malleus couldn't say, but he was excited to find out. After reaching the meeting place Malleus paused on the outskirts to assess the situation. Much to his surprise no one appeared to be injured. Amon's howl may not have surprised him, but the lack of injuries definitely did. He blinked, surprise flashing across his features, and then eyed those who'd left for the battlefield more thoroughly. Nope, not a single one that he could see. How odd. His look of surprised morphed into one of amusement and he smiled softly to himself before padding closer. Approaching his father, he dipped his head in greeting. "No doubt you have done our god proud today, Father." After taking a step back Malleus moved off to the side and sat down. His gaze was eager as it roved over the gathering wolves. Today marked the beginning of a new era. |