Burn it down

*Domovei* · (This post was last modified: 07-08-2013, 10:13 PM by Domovei.)

The mad never really considered themselves as such -- and so the quivering creature remained forever locked in an awkward dance, never fully portraying submission nor dominance. But as he eyed Gargoyle, he decided he would do his best to relax around him, seeing how alarmingly massive he was. He certainly was not the kind of brute that it was wise to pick a fight around. He'd arrived already irritated, and Domovei decided he would try to remain somewhat composed.

But he was startled by his slight knowledge of Newt. Ears pinned against his skull as he slid a bit closer, body kept close to the ground. "Her throne has been taken from her," he spat, his fragile tones laced with clear annoyance at the thought. "By some bitch named Medusa." Domovei's green eyes widened a bit too dramatically then, wondering how Gargoyle knew of his master, and if he perhaps knew Newt as well? Slowly he lowered himself onto his haunches, matted tail curled protectively about his small frame.

"Kaios was challenged at the same time as my master. A deathmatch. By some weird woman with orange fur and strange markings on her face." He seemed a bit more detached as he explained this. It was as good as public knowledge, due to the large amount of wolves that had gathered to watch the two spars -- why not give this stranger a piece of information that he could so easily find elsewhere? "I left, though, and haven't been back since. Dunno what happened to Kaios." He didn't particularly care for the male, and shrugged absently, laughing nervously. "I should return to her. Not sure where she might be, though," he grew a bit anxious suddenly, as though it dawned on him abruptly how awful this all might be. Or perhaps it was liberating. He wasn't sure which.

"Wait -- so who are you? Do you know Newt?"

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