Silver tipped paws touched down on unholy grounds. The stench of blood and death, a soothing scent to his soul. The dark demon's eyes narrowed as he followed the scent of the Glaciems and Valhallans. Though he was not a member of Glaciem just yet, he would follow behind them and lend his support. Aqua infused gaze fell on the gathered souls, teeth flashing and growl rumbling deep within his throat. His tail lashed as he stopped near a female who had eye markings similar to his. He had heard of the famed Duchess, Argent. His eyes would then rest on the king himself, sensing the seething fury roll off of him like waves crashing upon the broken shore. He had never met a Valhallan, though instantly he knew he would clash with one should he encounter such a wretch. His ears caught the sounds of a woman, Argent, speaking against the Valhallans. A smirk spread across his face, already admiring the dark angel in such a way that he would want to stick around and learn a thing or two from her. She seemed strong, powerful in her own ways. He had no love or lust interest for her, the only thing he wanted was to learn what knowledge she would share later. Black tipped ears perked forward as his gaze swept across the gathered wolves. He recognized the pelt of the woman, Lova, whom he had first met, but cared little about her. She was of no importance to him, all she seemed to want was the seed of Isardis, so Jet would simply cast her aside.
Moving along, he held little interest for the others that he laid eyes upon. He saw the Alphess of Valhalla then, her words ringing clear across towards the gathered Glaciems. He would rise himself to full height, preparing to say something of his own before another figure caught his eye. There, standing next to the grey woman who seemed to tbe the prize of this battle, was none other then his younger brother Drake. Eyes narrowed, a growl erupting from his chest as he kept a cold gaze on him. "So...here's here...and he's with them protecting the girl...what a coward." He muttered darkly. He was certain that his little dear brother would recognize him, after all...Drake was the one that gave him the scar across his left eye.
"Speech"
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