SEVEN NATION ARMY
10-25-2013, 12:03 AM
He had sent Tidus, Hansel and Gitan out before him, as well as Viridian, Io and Zara. Had he made the right decision in involving himself in the war? It was too late to back down now. He had given his word to both Syrinx and Maverick and there was no way he was backing down. He needed Valhalla and Seracia on his side in case Glaciem ever decided to come and knock on his door. With the amount of warriors he had in his pack, he wasn't sure he would be able to handle an attack without some back up. He just hoped that this war would knock Glaciem down for quite some time and allow him to build up his pack to a more efficient level. Ebony limbs would drum steadily against the earth as he followed the lingering trail of his pack and the Valhallan messenger Thane. The organ in his chest kept pace with his limbs and his breathing was even and smooth. He could die today. He could loose a limb. He could loose his life. But it wouldn't happen. Or at least not very easily. He had family to come home to...like his younger siblings and Maija...The look in her eyes when he'd said his goodbye would flash across his icy gaze but he would reluctantly push it the recess of his mind. He couldn't allow himself to get distracted. One tiny slip up, a split second of misfocus and he could be done for. He had to concentrate. This was what he'd been training to do since he'd been able bodied. He could do this. He could. Or at least he hoped so. The sounds of war would reach him before he saw hide or hair of it, but the sight he came across made the hackles across his spine raise defensively, scarred ears flattening against his skull, frame tensing with unease. Blood. Snarls. Growls. It was chaos. Wolves from his side were tag-teaming the wolves from Glaciem and Amenti, and it brought a wry smirk to his dark lips. Val and Seracia weren't loosing, so that had to be a good sign. The cobalt Re would stop at the edge of the fighting, icy gaze dancing across the figures of the wolves fighting. He saw Syrinx fighting against Oddity, Chrysanthe involved in a group tag-team, his men already in the heat of battle. But one figure caught his attention; Sendoa. His half aunt. While she was loyal to Isardis, the man knew that she had an undeniable attachment to the cobalt Re and he hoped that that attachment would work in his favor. Initially he hadn't come with the intention to challenge for anyone, but this was war. There was no being nice in a war and he knew that Isardis was out for his blood. Why not take one of his best assets before he got his head ripped off? He would allow his attention to zero in on Sendoa, watching as she easily took down what he assumed to be one of the Valhallan wolves. Her right side was facing him and she wasn't aware that he had arrived. He had to seize the moment. Powerful limbs would push the titan forward, ready to initiate his plan and put it into action. He could only hope that Isardis was too busy with something else to pay attention to his wolves. Skull would lower to align with his spine, chin dipping towards his chest, tattered ears falling flat against his skull, icy eyes narrowing into slits just big enough to allow narrow visibility. Ebony plume would act a rudder to help the titan keep his balance, weight evenly distributed between all four limbs as he approached, though his weight was quickly shifted forward as he came within striking distance of Sendoa, right shoulder jutting out to act as a battering ram. Right forelimb would be bent slightly more than the rest in order to position his shoulder in the spot right behind Sendoa's elbow, right in her ribcage in an attempt to barrel her over. Shoulders would roll forward in the same motion to scrunch the scruff around his neck in case she decided to turn around and snap towards him. Toes would be splayed, talons digging into the soil for traction he waited for his body to slam into his aunt's, jaws snapping towards her right thigh, looking to bite into it and perhaps disable her. Talk like this |