tigers on a gold leash (APOLLYON)
09-15-2014, 12:13 PM
His encounter with Fiamette had left him cold and sour but he had said he would do this thing and that he would take her orders and so he would stalk out to the most clear territory this pack had acquired, the Rio Grande. He studied it with the intent eye of a warrior well used to such things and judged it decent for multiple spars. There were obstacles, uneven parts, but if a warrior couldn't deal with a less than ideal environment they were not warriors but children playing at being warriors. He was still seething when he raised his muzzle to the sky and sent out a loud call, the bright tenor resonating with demand and intensity. He would have these would-be warriors gather now to get this testing over with, to winnow the wheat from the chaff now before some fool got raised to a position they did not have any hope of deserving or keeping. He lowered his head, letting the echoes continue to bounce around the river and forest that made up Apollyon's lands, before lowering his haunches to the ground to wait. His good cheer had been restored at the call, and the prospect of a fight, and his blue eyes once more gleamed guilelessly, a half-smile brightening his cherubic face. If they didn't appear he'd track them down later and give them a scar to teach them why they should move quickly when he called - whether he held a rank or not he would not be ignored when he made demands. OOC: Deadline for replies is Monday, September 22nd at noon Ala time and Skoll isn't joking about tracking people down and maiming them if they don't show up - he's serious about his task so be there or be square. |
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