Glaciem Meeting

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it was a peculiar thing, the fact that some of these thought they had a right to say no to Eos. She had won, she was the queen, the powerful, and there was little they could do to assuage the burn they were dealing with in such an unpredictably situation. He yearned to reach out, to claim the little things as his own, but 'alas he would not be allowed such a glory. A smile would twitch over the etches of his mouth as they sounded their insults and degraded her. For what? Following her goals? Taking a pack? O these mongrels were sickened little things. While he agreed, family and devotion were quite important. They were not everything and he had clearly chosen whom he was turning his devotion to. Sweet Eos, aye? Tongue rolled over his fangs and the man chuckled idly at their attempts, "You have all been offered a chance at being something important, you've all turned cheek from it because you got your feelings hurt. Gargoyle might have enjoyed her reign," The sick snicker remained pressed on him, and with a huff and immediate turn he cast a single line of words back, "Those that stay, congratulations, you realize your priorities. We shall meet later," with that the russet beast was finished with his consultations of them. He was done trying to fuel their desires and their wants. He felt as though he had been more than ready to compromise, merely it seemed they had shot him down. So be it. He would leave them.
"Speech!".