SEVEN NATION ARMY

Wasn't that a pleasant noise to awake to? The Behemoth twisted his shoulders and shook out his body as he rose from his den. Eyes pressed across the distance and occasionally he would see a Valhallan sprinting to the borders. So, Isardis had come? Well, it wasn't what the russet king had been expecting in the slightest, but there was no room to back down. Syrinx rumbled a grunt of readiness and began his descent from the hills and to the borders. there was somethig eerily calm about his presence and with everything about him--it was known the moment he stepped forward for all of them to see. Shrugging his shoulders and locking his eyes on Isardis a smile popped across his lips, "Isardis! How nice to see you," he spoke as though they were long lost pals. The legion that surrounded him would receive as raise of the brow and he would then turn to see those of Valhalla that had come. It was not yet plentiful, but Syrinx was determined to offer them encouragement. body twisted around and he faced Valhalla and immediately a short howl followed by a tremorous roar jumped from his lungs. Eyes flashed back to Isardis; now fueled with pleasured pride and readiness. "What exactly do you want?" syrinx knew the answer--Isardis wanted to see their kingdom burn. He wanted to pat them out like a flame--piss on their society. Interesting enough Syrinx stood in wait; watching as though he wasn't going to make a move.