Terror to Behold

*Crucifix* · 04-20-2014, 02:12 AM

The bloody brute before him would not be the one the find the answers to the questions he put out there, tearing into place beside them would be another creature, one with the scent of Valhalla about her even if he did not fully recognise her. He would offer her a grin as she spoke of trouble, and put him forth as a friend of Valhalla, with family in their borders. He didn't have a chance to speak, his tail would flick I warning as yet another creature would appear before them, materialising as a wolf, but this one he did not recognise at all. Clearly, as the Valhalla wolf had, this wolf knew the beast before them ? Synrix he had been called. Cru, feeling like he was intruding on a strange reunion of sorts, would find himself stepping back, giving space to this... daughter? Of the titan they all faced.

The words would return to Crucifix himself, and he would bite back the growl that would grow in his throat, he knew this beast before him was larger, he could see the power in his muscles, and he was older, well Cru acted and felt far beyond his years he did not have all the experience that seemed to build within this brutes being, and yet.. he would not completely have been beyond rising to the occasion had a fight been inevitable. He was perhaps, foolish enough in this aspect, and their was no fear in his eyes only a cool appraisal in his unwavering hold his eyes held for the titan, and throughout all the exchanges, he did not speak again.

"My sounds""My Soul"

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