You think you got what it takes? (YFIR WARRIORS)

Of course the meeting had been emotional, it sparked something within Vereux as well. The armada boy was sick and tired of feeling so useless. He had a kings blood flowing through his veins, he had been the rightful prince of Glaciem before all these other siblings things showed up. He let his mortality get the best of him, he fell in love with his sister, fathered children with her, and then let himself be taken away only for his wife and children to be then ripped from him. Vereux Armada, he would prove himself and make his name known. He knew none of the Ebony members, therefore his sadness non existence.

As he listened to Katja, Vereux would step forward to her. The one eyed man narrowed his emerald orb at the lady. He was ready to stop thinking about his past and redeem himself. For the good of the pack, he would cleanse himself of whatever sins he felt he needed to be rid of. He was, the original son of Isardis Armada and Argent. He would be nothing like his mother, and have the strength his father taught him to have. He curled his lip up slightly and dipped his head to her. "Lady Katja, I make these vows in my own blood today. I am Vereux Armada and I wish to be a warrior for Yfir. To give my life and my spirit to this pack." he looked at her again. Taking in a deep breath of air.