Feel my wrath!

As Citadel looked at Teegra and listened to her words, he came to a conclusion. It didn't really matter what happened to her. Her being was a tool that served her matters purpose. They moulded and changed her to suit their needs. So what were Citadel's needs? To be better and stronger than his siblings. He was up on his paws again, his tail giving a thoughtful wave behind him. “Come on” he said to his tool, leading her to Gale Gorge through the tunnels.


When they came out the other side, he led her towards a little orchard. Where an apple tree sat, it's delicious fruit high up thin branches that would never support his body. He was sure this was where his siblings were getting their apples from. “Pick me an apple” he ordered, pointing high up the tree.