Where Do Your Demons Hide?

-trying to speed this up, pardon not waiting for your reply love,-

they didn't know his true intentions, and to be honest, it mattered very little to him wether or not they came to understand them. The king was a heroic martyr, in his own mind, because he was twisting their civilization into something it long ago should have been. Perhaps once a claim to neutrality would have been fine, to keep from involvement with the outside world, but some prick had come along and sought out total domination. Syrinx could not have such a thing, and thus he had been forced to change the roles by which they lived. This day would prove to him that some of them could pull their own. At least slightly.

Eyes danced around and the boy stared at his children. They would have their battle for supremacy. They had to. Ears tilted back and he stared at all of those arriving, "your weaknesses must become strengths. you're only as strong as your weekest," the serpent would turn his eyes to those that had arrived such as Surreal and the other boy, as to who's name he was unaware, eyes trailed them carefully and he twisted his head curiosly, "would you like to train this day? Or have you come to make observations?" the words were almost implicitly coy but they lacked the gusto he normally spoke with. He was not out to instigate any inner pack turmoil. For he understood the levity, with perfect clarity, of what was happening. The thought of losing sickened him, thus he was even more prompted to remember the cost when he went in for the big challenge.