I Know The Pieces Fit

The two headed rat skittered along his skull and bent their heads to look into where his eyes would be under the veil, asking permission in their own way if he wanted them to speak for him. In response he heaved in another gasping breath“I am a man…Of delegation. A man… of intelligence… A man of…diplomashy…” He wheezed hoarsely. “I… Will bring you…” He let out a low throaty, moan that carried with it the tremor of a growl “…Order...”

“Prince Prospero is of a warped form.”

“But he is far from crippled!”

“By fang or feather there are many ways the broken prince will bring compliance.”

“Many! Many!” the two heads cheered then descended into a chorus of shrill giggles.

It was a gamble for the tall male, the more peacefully aligned of packs would refuse an offer such as one he presented, but a more ambitious leader would welcome the promise of discipline. What kind of leader Archon was however remained to be seen.

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