03-23-2023, 09:35 PM
The pressing matters at his paws was being dealt with, whether or not they decided to scream. Through Byriath's howls and screeches, Valerius only continued on. Though, when the large feline's voice grew steady and vicious, the lion turned. His grey eyes stared unwavering at the enemy before him. His ears perked upwards, curiously listening as the other started. Byriath spoke of hellfire and 'who' he was. In response, he could only sigh. The vizier paid no mind to their empty threats, knowing that there was nothing they could do about it at the moment. Instead, the Descendants of the Departed would proceed with Valerius at the helm.
Others, thankfully, were willing to step up. Even a newcomer, someone who wanted to prove themselves, was willing to take the reigns. As Celine spoke, he subtly nodded along with her words. "You may," he rumbled. "Do not waste any part of him." His paw gestured out towards Saturn's corpse and the pelt that laid nearby, displaying that they would later be used for the Descendant of the Departed's cannibalistic and collective tendencies. The Gods would be pleased if she followed suit.
The next victim was upon them, waiting to be flayed. In the meantime, another peanut from the gallery had to speak up. Valerius was not one to respond in length to please his sacrifices, but Diego's idiocrasy caused him to tilt his head. Apparently they couldn't fight, but they got four victims before them who had lost to their fight in the first place. What kind of logic was that? Was Diego, as he said, terrified? The lion could only wordlessly glare at the other lion with a devious glint within his monochrome iris. For a moment, to the observant onlooker, one might even see a subtle smirk rise onto his maw.
For a moment, his gaze moved to Celine. A paw flicked forward, gesturing her to step forth and begin her process, whatever that may be. Moments later, his head swiveled back and his eyes locked onto Diego. "You're next after the philosophical purple one," he remarked to the other lion.
Others, thankfully, were willing to step up. Even a newcomer, someone who wanted to prove themselves, was willing to take the reigns. As Celine spoke, he subtly nodded along with her words. "You may," he rumbled. "Do not waste any part of him." His paw gestured out towards Saturn's corpse and the pelt that laid nearby, displaying that they would later be used for the Descendant of the Departed's cannibalistic and collective tendencies. The Gods would be pleased if she followed suit.
The next victim was upon them, waiting to be flayed. In the meantime, another peanut from the gallery had to speak up. Valerius was not one to respond in length to please his sacrifices, but Diego's idiocrasy caused him to tilt his head. Apparently they couldn't fight, but they got four victims before them who had lost to their fight in the first place. What kind of logic was that? Was Diego, as he said, terrified? The lion could only wordlessly glare at the other lion with a devious glint within his monochrome iris. For a moment, to the observant onlooker, one might even see a subtle smirk rise onto his maw.
For a moment, his gaze moved to Celine. A paw flicked forward, gesturing her to step forth and begin her process, whatever that may be. Moments later, his head swiveled back and his eyes locked onto Diego. "You're next after the philosophical purple one," he remarked to the other lion.