On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]

Chaos watched the growing... well, chaos... with all the fondness of an indulgent father. And speaking of fatherhood, both Ares and Lyra decided to show up, driving a resigned sigh from their father. "Just watch," he said, somewhat more sharply than usual. "If wither one of you start a fight running your mouth, they won't have to bite you because I will." The size of this crowd, and the emotions running high as they were, blood was sure to spill and it would be like chiming shark infested waters. If one of the kids pissed someone off, who knew how many other people would turn on the pup? No yearling could hold their own against multiple opponents looking to kill. One or both of them could be dead before he or Valen could intervene. And he loved his brother, but he had no faith that he would help if one of Chaos' kids were in trouble.

It was starting to get awfully crowded around Valen, so he stretched casually and moved forward a few paces - shooting his pups a look that said clearer than words to stay put - before sprawling down on his belly. "Which one are you taking bets on, Rhys? That's what three fights now and it's just started." He shot back with a grin, as other fights started breaking out. Started, surprisingly, by Rhyme and another one of his Abaven wolves seeking to take captives from Erovrare. Chaos chuckled, practically rubbing his paws together gleefully. Oh Shaye would not like that, and what was she going to do with a bunch of inconvenient captives but trade them to Legion?

Disappointment when Shaye showed up to put a stop to it before immediately scooping up an Abaven brat - Chaos' eyes narrowed at the telltale markings under the runty little rat's eyes - and bearing it away. Chaos turned his gaze curiously to Rhyme and the other Abaven wolf, wondering if they would take her threat seriously or push forward. RHYME backed down immediately, but the other wolf didn't, and as Shaye disappeared the wolf he was challenging gave up, babbling threats even as she did.

Behind him, Rhys asked what was up with Rhyme and Shaye, and Valen was quick to answer, and answer that had Chaos whipping his head around to stare quite owlishly at his father. "They're what?" he managed in strangled outrage, torn between wanting to die laughing or kill Rhyme. What the actual fuck? "Obviously he got it from... uh..." Eyeing Rhythm sitting there, he stopped short is saying that Rhyme got it from the Destructions. "Right then. Let's just watch."

A commotion heralded the arrival of Tyranis, covered it blood and digestive fluids, and Chaos raised a brow. Drugs, he decided, were a hell of a thing. Whatever he was on, count Chaos out. The legion alpha laughed out loud in disbelieving derision, but the original challenger, farted out of a gods ass Valen called it, his reply made it even worse, and Chaos booted with laughter. "Holy shit can you guys be anymore melodramatic?" he shouted to the pair of them. "Please, say something else. But make it really, really dramatic this time. You aren't trying hard enough."

There was, of course, the problem of his very-Abaveny brother, which was a bit of a problem since all of Boreas (and some of Auster) had just seen an Imperialis thoroughly pussy-whipped by a Destruction who was supposed to be his cousin but was apparently fucking her? He thought back to the pup who had randomly managed to make it to the gathering, and his stomach clenched again. Was that worthless little inbred runt going seen by everyone here as an Imperialis? As his nephew? Or niece, whatever, he hadn't really peeked at the genitalia and pups all kind of looked the same at that age. Either way, it wasn't a problem that could be remedied here but it thoroughly pissed Chaos off that everyone here could associate him not only with Rhyme's docile behavior but with his defective pup.

"So, Abaven," he said loudly, his gaze and his words both clearly directed at Rhyme as Chaos rose to his feet and faced him. "She's got you by the balls doesn't she? Going to be a good little boy and give the bitch back to Erovrare like Shaye would tell you to do? I mean, what a waste of a slave, right? Of course, that's up to you, if you give her back there's nothing I can do about it." He heaved a sigh, but glanced at Tyranis speculatively. Well, he could do something if they gave her back, but... ew. Not putting his mouth on that to get a pretty and probably useless slave, no thanks. It wasn't even about the bitch anyway, so if she ended up back in Tyranis' loving, gooey arms that was no skin off Chaos' nose. His gaze slid back to Rhyme, dismissing the Ero alpha. "Or..." he continued, "You could just give her to me and Shaye will never have to know. You know, so she doesn't kick you out of her bed." There was a disgusted, vindictive bite to the last words, though his expression was fixed into a grin. "Hell you can even pretend not to want to so you can always tell Shaye you tried to be her obedient little boytoy. What do you say, Rhyme?"