The time has come for blood to spill
10-01-2013, 02:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-01-2013, 02:08 PM by Taurig.)
He had hoped that he wouldn't have to fight anyone so soon after having gotten mauled by the Ice King, but it seemed like that was just a tiny bit too much to ask. He had expected someone to come challenge him for Tortuga, but not challenge for one of his members. The faint echo of a call stirred the beast from his slumber, bringing him out from his den, scarred ears twisting this way and that way to pinpoint the location. The battlefield. Who was calling for him? Who wanted to take his family? Adrenaline began to flood his system as the titan moved away from his home, hoping that Newt had heard the call as well and would hold down the fort until he returned. An unreadable mask washed away any emotions that could potentially appear across his features, icy eyes becoming like daggers. Hackles would bristle, sinewy, steel-like cords of muscles rippling beneath his dark coat. Whoever was calling for him was going to have a rude awakening. No one threatened his family and got away with it. The stench of blood was heavy in the area and a flashback of the challenge with Isardis flashed across his mind. Would this be a repeat of that? He hoped not. As he moved through the blood-soaked earth, his gaze came across the figure of two women up a head, one seeming like she was prepared to do something while the other was merely a spectator. A hint of a growl would crease his muzzle as he approached the two dames, lifting his skull to it's maximum height, ebony plume curled over his hips in a display of dominance. They both smelled of pack, but it seemed that only one held a high position. What did they want? The King would say nothing as he came to a halt several yards away, icy gaze narrowed with distrust at the two dames, waiting for the first one to speak up and reveal her reasons for having summoned him. Talk like this |
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