what're we fighting for?

*Hati* · (This post was last modified: 08-02-2015, 02:09 PM by Hati.)

Hati stared at Valen, but his gaze was unfocused and wandering. Go with Valen? Into Imperium? Daegmar was there. Daegmar hadn't come when he'd called, but Valen had. The hellhound felt a superstitious shiver crawl up his spine, and gold eyes snapped hard onto the alpha. "Why should you?" sneered Hroovitnir from the corner of his vision. "Why should you listen to this would-be emperor? You are the son of the greatest emperor this world has known."

Ve cackled in his ear. "D'awww are you going to go eat din din with Valentine? Moving on from Daegmar so soonsies? Ickle fickle beastie, my nephew."

"No." The word came in a deep, guttural growl low in Hati's chest. His spikey fur, gelled and spiked further with dried blood, raised along his spine, and he hunched in on himself as he glared in Valen's direction and tried, tirely, to ignore his father and uncle. "I don't need your help. You're not my alpha. You can't tell me what to do." His voice sounded like that of a (large, scary) sulky child, and he flinched away from Ve's sudden, shrieking cackle his words provoked.

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