SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS

Silently he would watch as Yfir was taken. A pack so young, barely refined and having not yet made a name for themselves -- despite Katja's strength and relentlessness, it didn't come as much of a surprise that greedy paws were already groping for power here. Hidden from sight, Kapras?us would watch in awe as the battle unfolded, eying the heretic with distaste as she finally conquered his cousin. Oh, the reign of the Finnvis had just begun; and it wouldn't end quite so quickly, despite what this stranger thought. A snarl would escape the tawny male's lips as he slid from his cover silently. He wouldn't have dared leave Katja to this fight alone, though he hadn't dared interrupt it.




"You may have won," he hissed, slinking low to the grow as he approached her, eyes full of flame as he eyed Virgil with unease. Paws carried his slender frame forward slowly, hackles raising along his spine as he made to protect his cousin's unconscious form. "But someday, when you feel you are safe, when you feel as though you have evaded all the wrongs you have done, you ought to sleep with one eye open," he would began, a soft trickle of laughter beginning to escape his parted jaws. "For I pray to the Aesir that they send a dragr to you, to haunt your dreams, to devour you limb from limb, to feast upon your blood and pick their teeth with your bones. " A wide grin would replace the snarl that once curled his lips, obvious mania beginning to gleam in his wide gaze. If she did not suffer at his own paws, he was certain she would be punished by the gods themselves, but it was his duty to enact their law whenever possible.


"Perhaps I may have a taste myself... " He was not afraid of Virgil, nor was he afraid of blood or of pain. The mere possibility of feeling her cringe beneath his jaws would help him endure nearly anything. This woman had made herself an enemy of the Finnvi family and their gods, and he felt an insatiable anger growing inside of him now. Tongue would slither from his mouth to lick his lips, coating them with saliva as he sized her up, bristling as his body longed to bleed and to retaliate with all the strength he could muster. "Does your blood taste as sweet as I think it might, H?ndin?"


ROUND 0 / ? - MAIM for jaw fracture