Livin' on Love / P

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He was like liquid venom, his eyes patrolling the figure of the equally youthful male with heavy scrutiny. Why was he here? What business did a mere child have with Valhalla? Clearing his throat the lord would wait for the vagabo- no. He was from a pack. This was too familiar. The King and the Queen at the battlefields. Seracia. The child would quickly stagger his steps in defense, was he here to start something? It only made sense, the last time he had talked to a member of Seracia, it was the Queen, and he had told her they needed to pay a visit. Was she trying to offer a show of force and beat him to it? The pure thought angered him.

The boy would move himself to the ground in submission. Alright. So far so good. "You couldn't harm us if you tried, Seracian," He really didn't care about some worthless morse- oh. Epiphron. Well. Upon hearing her name the canine's ears would begin to raise back up, and for half a second he would relax, but then worry consumed him. "What business do you have with my sister?" His words were a low warning. Daring the boy to continue with whatever notion he had come forth with. Epiphron was not going to be taken off by some little boy who thought he could have his way.

Syrinx would take a step backwards, raising his head, and relaxing his shoulders ever so slightly as the male rose from his stance. "Syrinx Adravendi," one day the protection of his sisters would fall solely upon himself, and he was going to be responsible for anything bad that happened to them, simply standing by for some male to waltz about and make things his own, was definitely not happening. Syrinx would continue to wait for the male to offer something. Why on Earth should he summon his sister?


"Speech!".