Not One Of Us (Imperialis Family)
03-08-2019, 05:06 PM
Chaos heard the call as he patrolled, and tilted his head slightly in curiosity. Valentine was calling the family together? Considering that they'd already gone and returned from their big family reunion slaver slaughter, he couldn't fathom what he'd be calling for. But this was definitely Valentine-as-head-of-the-family, not Valen-member-of-Legion, and he sounded very serious. Technically speaking, Chaos was not an Imperialis by name, and while he'd never resented his mother for choosing that for him he still very much thought of himself that way despite being the heir to her family name rather than his father's, so while he might not have strictly needed to obey the Imperialis summons Chaos wasn't going to be left out. Besides, it sounded important, and Chaos' Chaos-senses were tingling, so he set out to follow the call at a lope, an alert and curious expression clear in his face and the set of his body as he reached the Orchard and slowed. Ah, this was another land he thought of with great nostalgic affection, though he'd not had enough wolves to justify a third land and could not have held it so he'd reluctantly chosen Imperium's other two lands alone.
He stopped beside Valen, and bumped his shoulder with an affectionate roughness, but though he'd never ever ever admit it to his father Chaos was careful to hold back from the sort of enthusiastic shove he might have given one of his brothers out of concern for his hero's advancing age. He'd held his own against the slavers, but habitual slavers had a tendency to be weak, cowardly sorts in his experience so he didn't want to trust to that as far as his father's health. "Hey old man," he greeted in a low growl, but his habitual grin was there only for a moment before fading again. Yeah, definitely some Serious Business, whatever it was. He eyed his father closely, then swept past him and spun to flop down on his belly a reasonable distance in front of him. "Not even going to ask you what's up, I know you'll want to explain all at once," he added with a faint chuckle in his voice despite the possibly dire reasons they'd all been called. He knew how it was, holding meetings and everyone showed up asking him questions that would be answered if they just waited for everyone else.
He stopped beside Valen, and bumped his shoulder with an affectionate roughness, but though he'd never ever ever admit it to his father Chaos was careful to hold back from the sort of enthusiastic shove he might have given one of his brothers out of concern for his hero's advancing age. He'd held his own against the slavers, but habitual slavers had a tendency to be weak, cowardly sorts in his experience so he didn't want to trust to that as far as his father's health. "Hey old man," he greeted in a low growl, but his habitual grin was there only for a moment before fading again. Yeah, definitely some Serious Business, whatever it was. He eyed his father closely, then swept past him and spun to flop down on his belly a reasonable distance in front of him. "Not even going to ask you what's up, I know you'll want to explain all at once," he added with a faint chuckle in his voice despite the possibly dire reasons they'd all been called. He knew how it was, holding meetings and everyone showed up asking him questions that would be answered if they just waited for everyone else.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write