It's Written In Gold [PACK CHALLENGE FOR TALIS]

*Kharnage* · 01-27-2018, 01:28 PM

Lateness was not something Kharnage usually advocated, but he'd sat in enraged turmoil for a good moment when he'd heard the call for his sibling ring out from the boneyard. It was a daunting sound with an intent that Kharn wished could have been avoided. He hadn't been privy to the things that Dragon had been up to lately, but had he known about him bringing strangers into their home it was something he would have spoken up against. Since the aftermath of the raid, and their stinging loss, he'd kept to himself. He'd spent his time wandering the depths of Auster and contemplating how to improve himself. Clearly he should have been around to give advice to his sibling.

Dragon's blindness was what worried him the most. He was aware of the female in their midst that managed to survive, even thrive as a healer, with her disability. Dragon was not Armai though - Dragon had been blinded in the raid, not born with it, and hadn't had the years of experience to learn how to overcome it. As proud as he was of his brother for him retaining his leadership, and even being willing to fight for them, he found it stupid. He himself had been blinded in one eye in his last fight and even he wasn't too keen on returning to any serious battles until he figured out how to compensate for his new weakness.

His thoughts were why he was late to the battle. The two males were already going at it and he watched with rapt attention for a brief moment before a scent drew his attention elsewhere. He paused on the edge of the crowd and his gaze flashed towards a form he'd hoped he'd never have to see again. His lip curled up in a snarl as his left eye rested on his estranged brother. What in the absolute fuck was he doing here? Probably to gloat. That seemed like the most accurate answer he could come up with so he settled on that. He turned his nose up at the other male before his gaze rested on the dwarf near him. Now that was an odd sight - he'd never seen a wolf as short and malformed as that one. Could it even be considered a wolf? He smelled like the plethora of other wolves on the opposing side. Had an entire pack showed up in support of the challenger? That was interesting and yet irritating at the same time. Not only was his sibling fighting for his pack, but now he had a giant crowd to witness it.

He scanned over the other pack's attendees for a brief moment before glaring daggers at Lykos once more. Once he was done with that he padded over to his mother and stood beside her protectively. He could sense her own frustration and the last thing he wanted was one of the opposing pack's members to set her off. She was old, something he didn't like to think about despite their past differences, and the last thing she needed was to get in a fight. He certainly wasn't opposed to ripping these wolves' a new one, but he refrained and instead stood restlessly beside Avalon. Dragon didn't need any distractions so instead he waited impatiently to see the result of their fight.

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