Ill take my crown [Syren family only]

*Syrinx* · 12-12-2013, 10:49 AM

OOC: At school-this will be short.

"--Counting your chickens before they hatch, Cynder. I believe there's still time for you to end up the opposite of what you say is right. How pretty would you be kissed with my f-rather; lack thereof face?" the serpent hissed as his body drew forward and towards Syren. Eyes look sharpl;y at Vyvienne and he waves his muzzle at her--urging her to momentarily step away and he subconviously wards his body around his wounded daughter. "You're still alive. And thus the victor I presume?" But, there was an ease to her--she had not killed, had not yet tasted that kind of glory. He was happy for this in the most extreme of ways. A smile pressed over his dark lips and he ran his muzzle over her shoulder before turning and moving away. Vyvienne could have her as she so pleased.

The titan Arkhos was mere feet away but now he laid on the ground with his head erect and his eyes changing from daughter to daughter, "Look how you all band together. This is your strongest--and if you forget it you will be struck down," the low danger to his voice had arrived to emphasize his point. Syrinx himself was strong, but he knew very well that when he was fighting alongside Chrysanthe, Epiphron, or Eos it was as though the god of war was contributing to his already efficient ways. It was as if he forgot what mercy was and losing was not something he was capable of. A smirk curled over his dark lips and he watched them each vocal yet again, and most fruitfully, when he were with them, "You've all begun training quite efficiently. Winning battles-which has become very important. But, I will not give you advances in this world because you are of my loins. I will be testing your loyalty and your dedication. To me. To Amenti. to eachother. The one (or ones) that excel will be recieving a greater stance in this hierarchy. For the rest of you--time will tell of my hopes of you,"

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