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

Ashiel's fangs cut into Dragon's left thigh, a few inches from his rump and he mentally cheered at scoring a good mark. His chest was heaving as he dug into his stamina. The fight continued, Ashiel could feel his blood flowing warm and sticky from his injuries and the bruises he'd sustained earlier in the match were beginning to throb. Ashiel steeled himself. He'd always had good stamina and now he intended to use it, there was nothing that was going to make him back down…

"I submit. I know when I'm fighting a losing battle, you win."

Well, except that.  Panting, Ashiel was slow to let down his defenses, half wondering if this was some sort of mortal trick but as Dragon went on it became clear that the fight was over.  A rush of emotion thrummed through Ashiel's chest, dulling the pain but making his stomach knot.  He'd done it… he was now an alpha!  Oh, to do his family and his mother proud! He couldn't help but grin, his fangs glinting in full moonlight. Griff flew down to land near his feet.

As Dragon asked him what he would do Ashiel reigned in the puppy-like joy that threatened to slip past his carefully stoic mask. He gathered himself, his head high, regal and elegant. "I should think that be quite obvious. I shall start my own pack and carry on my families legacy. I will do them proud or die trying.  However… if it is about your packmates' fate do not distress. I have no intention of forcing them to remain with me.  They are free to do as they please." He rolled his shoulders forward, savoring a light crack in his left shoulder where the limb had felt stiff. "Of course, I do wish to extend the invitation. Any members of Talis who wish to join the Abraxas empire are welcome to do so and in doing so they will become part of a larger vision, receiving the fallen god's favor and a chance at eternal paradise.  Should they follow our laws and behave respectfully they shall also have our protection and assistance in their mortal endeavors." His gaze lingered for a moment on Zinnia, Iskra and Valdís. "I leave it to them to decide. To my family, thank you for your support. Without you this would not have come to pass. I wish to claim the land of my birth, the Bent Canyon, as the start of my empire. With a stronghold in the east and west we will have a strong and stable foundation." He gazed about his family, unsure how they'd wish to divide themselves and if any would seek to leave the haven of the Risen Empire. "Any who wish to follow me may do so."


"Talk"