Lets make nice

A summons would bring the brute rising to his feet from the unknown whereabouts of his den. He was a secret to the world, having stowed himself away from prying eyes for quite a while, and now he was making himself known. As the Son of Argent, he would pride himself in his ambitions and his headstrong abilities. The boy would follow the trail of one who he knew to be the current heiress, but for how long? Not that he cared, but if Glaciem ever fell he would strive to pick up the pieces. Bit first, he would earn a better place here. He would strive to prove he was one of the best, however young he might be. Icy gaze swept across the snow, the brute following the tracks of the heiress that led the way towards the borders. He cared not whether he was invited or not, but it was his pack too. And he wanted to know what was going on.

He would push through brush and bracken, twigs and leaves clinging to his pelt and he would simply shake his behemoth form to dislodge the debris. Massive paws carried him silently across the grounds, the beast coming from behind the gray hued female. Eyes narrowed at the visitors, though not in a menacing nor angry manner. It was simply the way he usually looked, always scrutinizing the intentions of those he came across, friend or foe. Did everyone not have an ulterior motive? Nobody could be trusted. Perhaps only his direct siblings, but not even he would know his relations to the cobalt and gold girl that stood before him. Although, in his eyes...she was quite pretty. "Pardon my intrusion. The name is Armageddon...but most call me Raw. Athena." He would greet her in a politely curt manner...gaze never leaving that of the golden swirled girl before him.


"Speech"