no light, no light
01-01-2018, 07:31 PM
The more he talked to the man the more bizarre Malleus found him to be. He was all too willing to joke about serious matters and far too genial in the face of criticisms directed at his masculinity. Either he was startlingly flippant about the well being of his mate, or he knew he had no reason to be fearful. That, Malleus suspected, coupled with cowardice that the man had long since embraced were the reasons behind his bizarre nonchalance. Perhaps the latter was also the sole reason behind his longevity and no other. He supposed it was possible to survive on docile mousiness. Maybe the man was proof of that. Malleus found himself shaking his head as the man spoke. Gutless, spineless, useless. This one was not a keeper. He doubted he had any redeeming qualities his father would find worthy. Their conversation had been interesting, that was for sure, but every moment standing here with this coward was a moment better spent sniffing out other escapees. Finally he spoke; ignoring some questions and answering others. "They're family. Conquest is what we want. This is this first volley in a war we will wage from coast to coast. If you intend to run from us every chance you get, know this: this is nowhere you can run. It's only a matter of time before we have it all." He eyed the old man for a moment as he debated his next words. "Take this message with you: the Abraxas aren't without mercy. Packs who submit to our rule will be taken over quietly and no harm will come to the inhabitants. Resist..." he gestured to their surroundings, and then said firmly, "And this is their future: a dead alpha and so much unnecessary violence." He stepped out of the man's way. The old fart was welcome to leave. The only use the Abraxas had for him was his ability to spread the word. "I hope you find your mate. "Bang out" a few more pups if you will; when they inevitably come under our care I'll turn them into fine little soldiers." |