The Devil Went Down To Georgia

Lurid is the Matriarch of the Amarix family and Morbid will always follow her wherever she goes. Their native tongue is as smooth as honey on his tongue and his sister answers in him in kind. An amused grin curls his lips as he dips his head in understanding, his deep tones rolling past dark lips as he says, “Well, you have been busy, sister. I hear you bested another to claim the pack. Congratulations.” A dark smile tugs at his lips as he looks to her. It was never a question of if his sister would get her pack but when. Lurid has always been ambitious, strong, and a natural born leader; it was simply a matter of time before she reestablished the Amarix empire.

At his sister’s inquire of where Sanguine is, his smirk falters and fades as a sigh rolls out into the night air. A shake of his skull is offered as he says, “I lost track of her when I ran into the trouble. I should have looked for her longer but I wanted to come home first. After some food and a good sleep, I will continue to search for her.” Morbid bows his head slightly as he admits, “Defecit te.” It is difficult for the man to admit his short comings but, when he was supposed to be traveling with his sister and only he appears… well, his failure is glaring.


"Morbid Amarix" | "Latin"