The Great Gig in the Sky

Black-faced beast stood along the edge of the courtyard, his vibrant gaze peering off into the distance at nothing in particularly. While he was recently welcomed into the Ruina clan, Drakan had not yet taken part in any group activity and for now remained vigilant. Thick, muscular legs held him upright in a guarded state. He felt no stiffness or pain from remaining this way for long periods of time, having been conditioned to stand guard over his previous Warchief. Aside from the long-faced male and the Apollyon Elias, he had not yet exchanged names with any of the others. However, this was to change in a matter of moments...

Movement caught his attention as the form of his newly obtained Apollyon paraded across the courtyard and released a call. No, this was a summoning. Drakan's hind paws scuffed at the terrain, kicking up some dust, as he didn't hesitate a moment to respond. While his pace was hasty, he did not break into a run- The two males were within viewing distance that it did not require such. It took but mere seconds for him to reach the larger male's side, his gaze casting upon his face to search for answers to the meeting. "At your side, Apollyon." Deep vocals rolled past his dark lips, paired along with a slow blink and respectable nodding of his thick skull. Drakan was prepared for anything that was needed of him. As a new recruit, he expected nothing less than to be put to work.

"Speech." Thoughts.