All we are is what we made

His massive form followed dutifully behind his betrothed. Quills laying flat as he kept a impassive expression on his face. He knew she had an agenda today. His dark form kept his head lifted, trying to portray his dominance and placement in the life of Judila just with posture alone.

They made it to a spot and Atreyu let out her call to the band. She was demanding them all. Good he would be taking note on who did and didn't show up. He watched as a smaller albino woman came up and his eyes narrowed, his form sliding from the shadows, dual tones on the woman. Quills rose as he came and seated himself beside Atreyu. Possessive and defensive of his queen and betrothed. Not that the little thing probably stood much chance but he hadn't met this female. He would wait though.

Atreyu would have an explanation he was certain but until then the female was unknown and not off the hook.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"