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Exiled? Oh well, at least here he was, back in the Pitt, where he as a stinky Pittian belonged. He rolled his optics, still limping, wounds burning and causing a grimace to split his lips. Right now all he could think of was his anger, his anger for the Coalition, for Romulus. He had respected the other but apparently he thought he was all high-and-mighty once Sojourn fell unconscious. Who was he to rule, to hop into leadership position?
Without realising it he had trodded into familiar territory, only noticing how cold it was once his paws touched sand. "Fuck me, what happened here?" He murmured, slightly shocked, maw apart to taste the air for someone familiar, Dante perhaps.
Shuffling noise greeted him and he turned to look to the side, smiling wearily in a hello. "I'm back. Where's Aine?" Rude, maybe, but he had no thoughts for that right now. The Bloodlust was teetering on edge, the only thing that was fuelling him on and keeping his paws working. He stank of the Coalition, stank of blood and sweat and enemy tears. Fucking Romulus, thinking he could take over.

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"Jormungand." Came the curt reply as Atticus questioned him of his name. Kold showed up, a familiar face,  at least. "I stink of them," the word them was harsh. "Because  I went over to take care of my cubs with Aphra after she  gave birth  to them there." He responded to the maurader. "Yeah,  I need to apologise to her. You too, Kold. Sorry, I didn't know what got into me last time." He shifted, wrinkled his nose in pain and sucked in air with a hiss, dropping to all fours, careful not to land on Hydro. "This is one of the kids." He gave a very  quick introduction before gently  nudging the cub to the side so he could see the others. "Oh, by the way, where's Dante?" Jor would've turned to alcohol but he had it beat out of  him by his mother a long time ago.

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"When have I ever needed your stupid head?" He joked, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth at seeing his old friend. "Not to be sappy or anything, but I missed you, and yeahh of course! Thought I'd follow in somebody's footsteps." Joy entered his tone slightly but hissed as a standing motion made his head spin. That fight with her had taken something out of him that he disliked. "Yeah, no, just needed a friendly face. After all that drama, I honestly don't know what Gael's gonna do to me, so I dunno if  I get to talk to you or anybody else for that matter. Oh, by the way, this is Hydrostatic. I've got another one, Angelembrace, back in the Coalition. No clue why he wanted to stay, the only tie he has there is Aphra and no offense to her but she's a terrible  mother. I've talked to Inferno. This is Asmodeus." He looked down at his other son with a small smile.