MONEY. POWER. GLORY

Stars scattered from the sky, driven away by the violent red light of dawn. Drashiel strode along with the rest of the company of Glaciem for the territory of Roman, the Queen of Tortuga, the Bear Fighter. He felt a stirring of pride and excitement. He'd always admired this sister and to see her putting her ambitions into action was thrilling. The young male moved with cold and calculated movements, rust-tainted paws seemingly gliding over the terra with assured confidence. He'd come this way many a time to pay visit to their neighbors and allies. Drashiel still lacked the grace of his father but he was far from the awkward and impulsive boy he used to be.


Peridot iris' focused on his sister, Roman Armada as she spoke and he nodded at her words. Covari was indeed a dangerous opponent. Viridiana and her allies were swiftly consuming weaker packs, like Valhalla. But Glaciem was far from the fragile pack it had been during the plague. With the aid of Elysium and Glaciem, Tortuga was certain to crush their enemies. Drashiel grinned. It was about time Glaciem had a chance to show their strength. These rumors. These pestilent rumors of their weakness needed to be laid to rest. What better opportunity than to come to the aid of an ally?


"I am more than ready to fight alongside you, Roman. Let us send our enemies a message. Let us drive them before our fangs like witless prey."