Rallying the Troops
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
He wasn't far behind Rhyme and Odysseus after that call rang out. Though he didn't know the man behind the howl, he knew its purpose. He had been waiting for this particular call since the day he had been informed of it. Vlad had been handed over to the male they were to raid with, and for a brief moment he was almost curious to know how they were treating him. The way a slaver should be treated, I hope. He didn't like Vlad. Didn't like the arrogant son of a bitch and the way he thought he was all that, staring at him and his former guards like they were idiots when really, he was the idiot for letting himself even get into that situation. He smirked for a moment as he followed behind Rhyme, though as the group came into view he scrapped it and bore a more serious look.
He didn't recognize any of the other faces here, save for one. His gaze zeroed in on the young Aerndis, surprised to see her again. It would seem they would keep crossing paths, and he had wondered from time to time what had become of her. It seemed she had allied herself with the old king and his kin by the looks of it, and he was glad she was doing so well for herself. He remembered when he taught her how to hunt flamingoes, and felt a small pang of regret that he hadn't taught her more when they lived in Dauntless...but he supposed it wasn't really his fault. Ty's incompetence had brought the pack down far too quickly. Like father, like son. It made him wonder how long his current pack would stand.
He stood with Rhyme and Odysseus, nodding to each of the others with respect as he looked them over. They all seemed like formidable warriors. Perhaps with the exception of the gangly toothy yearling, but who knew. Perhaps that kid would surprise him when they got there. |
