On Earth as it is in Heaven [CHALLENGE]

Artur leveled a disgusted stare over his shoulder as Geoffrey hissed at him to be quiet, but Caelia chimed in with the opinion that none of the adults were paying attention to them anyway. "Don't be a baby, Geoff," he huffed at the smaller boy, then jerked his head at the adults. "They'd be too busy with their own theatrics to even notice if one of us bit them in the ass." He was pleased by his use of an adult word, and stared down any objections to his language. What were they going to do, tattle? They were already breaking the rules too, so they'd have to admit that before they could complain about him swearing. He did turn his head sharply when one old man with spots under his eyes said another bad word, and his young mouth formed the word 'fucking' sotto voce with a thoughtful expression. Oh, that was a particularly satisfying sort of swear word, though he wasn't sure what it meant.

Another male burst into the scene, trailing the scent of blood and bile, and Artur abandoned his thoughtful perusal of the old man, who he had been wondering if they would teach him any more of those words, to stare hawkishly at the new arrival. The blood was dark and gummy against an already dark coat, but the scent made it clear what it was. The male shook himself, splattering the youths there in the front row with congealed blood. Artur heard Viv shriek, but he just turned his head aside from the blood, and as he turned it back raised his hackles and his lips in a silent snarl. He was torn between disgusted and fascinated by the blood that coated the older male, and now also spattered his own pale coat.

He was disappointed, however, when the adults went quickly from 'possibly interesting' to suddenly the whole lot of them arguing about - incest? he wasn't sure what it meant - and this new male's offspring and whether they should go with the female, who had quickly submitted to her would-be captors upon his arrival. "Weak," he sneered aloud, staring at her with wrinkled nose. If she cared so much about her kids she should have fought for them instead of waiting for some Big Strong Man to rescue her from what she claimed was a bad situation. Clearly they'd be better off with the male that claimed to be their father, if that was the influence they were going to have from their mother. He supposed not everyone could have a mother who was a warrior like his was, but that was likely the Adravendi influence in her blood that had saved her from being just another wretched mewling girl who was only good for raising puppies. Caelia, clearly, had inherited that Adravendi strength as well.

More arguments, and fights had broken out while he'd been focusing on the blood-covered male. He frowned at all and sundry, and particularly hard at the blood-covered male when he started offering to trade anything for his pups. Why trade? Why not simply take what he wanted? He was big, though not as big as the Abaven male alpha he was not far off, so if he'd had any sort of fight training at all he should have been able to hold his own. His opinion of the male plummeted as he docilely followed the Abaven alpha female off and returned shortly with a hang-dog expression.

Actually, his opinion of adults in general had taken a severe nosedive from this experience. Bickering and whining and wheedling like pups. Clearly they were all ill-suited to a leadership role. They were practically begging for someone strong to unite them under his stable leadership.

Artur's blue eyes gleamed with an almost feverish light as his gaze darted over the scene that continued to unfold before their impressionable young eyes. "Pay attention," he murmured to his siblings, ignoring Viviane's horrified muttering. "See how well these so-called 'adults' behave. What does that say to you?"