OPEN my melancholy blues

[Montgomery]

As he prepared to head out, he listened to what the new pharaoh had to say. Meteor's requirements were reasonable, but that did not mean Montgomery appreciated them, especially with the added threat. More specifically, his requirement of 'no invalids' rubbed him the wrong way. Seven was clearly excluded by that statement, as were some of his other valuable members who could do much more. If they were not struggling in the first place, perhaps he would be bold enough to make a point to prove the feline wrong, but he did not have the strength or numbers to do so. "That should be no issue," he reassured back. "I am quite aware." The cannibals did not know what the congregants did though, nor did he intend to educate them. Their displays of violence were just that. Displays. The Descendants of the Departed could show off and intimidate the groups into submission, but what judgement would their Gods give them? Compassion had to factor in somewhere, didn't it? Their senseless violence surely couldn't appeal to their higher deities. At least the Congregants gave their deities the reigns, rather than assuming their desires.

The dog finished out his stretch with a deep breath. Casual and cool, he intended to leave without much more to add, but when Meteor's name floated out from his lips, he considered doing the exact opposite. Lucia would not appreciate that though. She had told him the tales of Meteor's cruelty and he should, and would, heed her warning. Montgomery merely stared at the other and offered a false smile. "It sure will," the canine happily replied. 'And it sure has.' 

In an attempt to stifle his frustration, he started to pull away, but not before turning back to the pharaoh. "Stay safe, Meteor." With that, he was off. The fur on the back of his nape was puffed up subtly, but not enough to be visible to any onlookers.

MONTGOMERY S. - ARCHON OF COG