Black and Gold

'It's about time you step up as alpha.' the words dripped off her tongue with some consideration evident in her eyes, and perhaps he would be volatile, perhaps he would be seen as a monstrosity in the eyes of so many, but was it not a wise decision? To put someone in a rank that cared little how they harmed those in opposition? A smirk danced across his inky lips and he stared evenly at Chrysanthe, "I'll bring my chaos to this war, sister," perhaps he was a wild gun, perhaps he was elusive and crafty and a thousand other words that negated his ability to lead, but this was where his demons hidm, in the heat of battle, in the readiness and quickness needed to spare a little blood. He had the mental instability to be a pure mongrel for them, and even through all of this his loyalty, at least to Chrysanthe, was unequivocal. Everyone else probably thought she was insane.

He rose and moved forward, they would need to begin plotting this path now, they needed to map things out and get it all figured out. Isardis needed to be forced into the depths of hell that prevented escape, the kind of flames that did not tear back flesh but licked, eternally, at it. The beasts tail flickered vehemently and he rose and he did not settle until he was beside his sister, "Valhalla, it's quite near time you set aside your neutrality and your lack of ambition. If we sit silently Isardis will overcome us. He thinks you all are his subordinate. Shall we introduce a little anarchy? Or will you all stand and act as though this will come to pass? You know he's not a man willing to back down, it's time for you all to quit living in your fantasies, it's time to show your strength," he was not one to tolerate weakness, and no longer would he do so.

Fiery depths of hell were the only thing that were reminscent on him, and though he stood with all the power of a thousand nations, it wasn't he alone that could win a war. The beasts tongue crawled hungrily across inky lips and he flicked his chin, "We begin training now. This is where you decide if you want to see how this turns out, or if you want to change the outcome, those that are ready to prepare...we move. When I believe the warriors are ready. We will launch a full attack on Glaciem...In Glaciem," it was his declaration of war, and if Chrysanthe wanted to win, she'd be willing to wait until that time came. They would make discussions about Liberty and about other things at a soon to arrive date.