Sinister words had been spoken, a duo's intentions to take Olympus for the sinned side of the lineage had been said, observed by the Raven. The boy heralding gold rimmed ears likely was not one of reasonable thought like his father?Remus?who had decided upon a less war-like approach. Such a fool he remained to be. Power was to be earned through proving one's worth in fierce battle, the losing creature held captive to watch their pride be shredded into fragments of what it had once been. Perhaps his time would come to challenge the golden queen upon the throne. She would not know of his name, should she not recognize the Raven. A sinister smirk would spread upon inky lips, as topaz gems shimmered in the failing light of the setting sun. After I have won, then she will know who has ripped the crown from her paws. And the wolves of pure perfection will rule. His iconic baritone growl came from parted lips at the end of his vocals, ebony audits rising upward to accommodate the sound of a recent wolf he had reunited with: Charon; and curses were spat from the gold-wreathed boy.
He looked terrible, mangy and scruffy in fur. A small chuckle would come from inky lips as topaz gems adorned the sight with humor. Someone didn't think to go around the swamp, I see. His powerful stilts would lead him to the gold-wreathed male, his footsteps beating the land in rhythm. I'll help you wring yourself out and smooth down your fur. Again, a chuckle would come from inky lips, likely falling upon deaf ears as he would raise his paw and move it down the length of his cousin's back. Are you really going to take a less war-like approach to take what is rightfully ours? Never was the sailor one to settle for lesser approaches than through the trill and adrenaline of battle. All he knew, was that war would come if it meant bringing himself and the gold-wreathed brute to p o w e r.
