Here come the drums [mtg]

*Valentine* · 02-22-2015, 08:31 PM

He waited impatiently until everyone was gathered, nodding greetings to all but not verbally engaging any. He was too keyed up to consider pleasantries. "Thank you for coming so quickly. A former member of ours, Dione Lydia, has taken it upon herself to go to our allies and slander our name." His gaze raked those gathered as he searched for reactions. "She would have them believe that we are weak and barely capable of feeding ourselves, let alone defending our name – and we are not going to let that lie stand."

Moving to stand at the edge of his throne, he bit out the words, "It's come to my attention, as I'm sure it's come to yours, that our slanderer has brazenly taken up residence right next door." He held no ill will towards whatever member base she had managed to scrape together, but if she was so eager to see him fall then he would happily see the same happen to her. Unlike the little green coward, he wasn't going to use sly words in the hopes that someone more capable would do his dirty work for him. No, she would pay for her childish jawing. "Today we march on Lydovne."

Valentine jumped off the rock, aiming to stand among Imperium's wolves. His gaze swept the gathering and there was a beat of silence before he issued orders. "Revenge and Rhythm, you will stay behind and prepare to care for the wounded. Kyarst, find Lysis and Nagendra. You three will be guarding the packlands. Caesar.” He eyed the boy hard. "You will stay here. Everyone else..." His voice a low rumble, he commanded, "Prove them wrong." All was fair in this fight. He would see her whole world destroyed, each and every thing she held dear ripped from her; he would tear through her home and leave nothing standing in his wake. She would rue the day she'd decided to fuck with him.

-exit Valentine-

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