Friends

 

the behemoth king would usurp the land with intentions to figure out what was happening and put his hand in the control. he bred chaos and had every reason in the world to drown himself in loathing, and yet there was a pride and a readiness in his gait. especially at the moment. weakness was not to be tolerated in a time of war. he need to work with his sister, teach her how to move with more swagger readiness. Exposed jaw created a remarkable appearance, crafting the man as a totalitarian when he, half-heartedly, lead a democracy. The beast had no intention to change what Valhalla was, but someday, he would change what the world saw the young Adravendi as. He craved the craft of power more than anything else, it burned powerfully in his chest.

Taurig arrived, letting the scent of his once Glaciem home encumber the lands. It so easily made the fur on the red man's back bristle fervently. he wanted to know what this all was, and he wanted to know what they knew. Giant pads pressed against the earth and it was not long before the frame of the king deviated near his sister. He stood as the largest, and yet cast his gaze down on Taurig with much scrutiny. he didn't trust him, and he had no reason to thus far. They were fighting a war, and it was no question that the boy could be working as a double. perhaps he wanted to know when Valhalla would strike, perhaps he wanted to know when to warn Isardis. Perhaps, he wouldn't make it through the day.

silence encumbered the gargantuan as he listened and watched Taurig. He would make no judgements until it was time, but until it was he would leave Chrysanthe up to bat. Erani had just gotten caught in a bad place? passing judgement where and when it had not been time to judge. Was Chrysanthe so quick to trust the woman again? After all, it seemed as though Erani had the pull. The day against Isardis. and now here. Oh, what to do?