06-02-2020, 08:44 PM
The Messenger? What a name. Alastor couldn't help but think their title was invalid. After all, their presumed 'message' or intent for today's event wasn't clearly stated. Why did they 'need' Warringkingdoms? The leader was merely a feline with no power, besides her ranking. She was easily replaceable. There was no point in disturbing her reign without something in mind. If only Elysium knew what though. Perhaps the futile 'messenger' would get their point across finally and they'd hand her over. Truly, the irony was real. The jet-black canine couldn't help but snort in response.
As for the personal hit, purple eyes rolled. Boy, wasn't this crow a talker? All bark, no bite... Just like Alastor. "Yes, some have been keen on it," came his sarcastic reply. In truth, his terms of endearment often meant they were lesser to him. Vulnerable, cowardly, and anything that would make him the higher being in the situation. Within this situation, it was no different. The crow was an obstacle in his way. Their empty threats and pitiful army of birds would do nothing. Elysium, despite some of their pacifist ideals, would prevail. The group were the prideful defenders of the island, no doubt.
While he had no personal qualms with Larkspur's comments (as he believed in self-preservation first), Alastor found himself in a predicament. He was unwilling to give up Warringkingdoms in trade for... what? This small avian's word? The Messenger did not seem like a threat, nor did his goons. Their small stature and overused rhetoric left a bad taste in his mouth, but they meant significant harm. Hence, while he did agree partially with the Elysite, he kept his trap shut. Their was no point in dealing in a one-sided trade.
Without a moment to react, the sheen of ivory talons flashed within his vision. Sudden forces lifted him from the floor, throwing him into the air. The canine's stature loosened. Paws flailed wildly as he traveled upwards. In one moment, he was up. The next, he was sent swiftly down into the floor. Echos of cracking bones filled the air as Alastor's ribs collided with the ground. A groan left the doberman pinscher. 'Well, that's inconvenient,' he thought in the moment. His superiority complex was not helping.
Alastor rolled back onto his paws nevertheless. His stance wavered considerably and pain shot throughout his chest, but he kept himself afloat. Violet hues zeroed in on the God. His narrow gaze attempted to lock with the crow's blue once, gathering his attention. Calmly, he spoke. "Stop," he demanded. The canine's command was concise and clear. By getting straight to the point, it was inevitable that his orders would be met. His manipulative powers would take hold of The Messenger easily, just as he has with the rest. Their was no doubt in his mind.
As for the personal hit, purple eyes rolled. Boy, wasn't this crow a talker? All bark, no bite... Just like Alastor. "Yes, some have been keen on it," came his sarcastic reply. In truth, his terms of endearment often meant they were lesser to him. Vulnerable, cowardly, and anything that would make him the higher being in the situation. Within this situation, it was no different. The crow was an obstacle in his way. Their empty threats and pitiful army of birds would do nothing. Elysium, despite some of their pacifist ideals, would prevail. The group were the prideful defenders of the island, no doubt.
While he had no personal qualms with Larkspur's comments (as he believed in self-preservation first), Alastor found himself in a predicament. He was unwilling to give up Warringkingdoms in trade for... what? This small avian's word? The Messenger did not seem like a threat, nor did his goons. Their small stature and overused rhetoric left a bad taste in his mouth, but they meant significant harm. Hence, while he did agree partially with the Elysite, he kept his trap shut. Their was no point in dealing in a one-sided trade.
Without a moment to react, the sheen of ivory talons flashed within his vision. Sudden forces lifted him from the floor, throwing him into the air. The canine's stature loosened. Paws flailed wildly as he traveled upwards. In one moment, he was up. The next, he was sent swiftly down into the floor. Echos of cracking bones filled the air as Alastor's ribs collided with the ground. A groan left the doberman pinscher. 'Well, that's inconvenient,' he thought in the moment. His superiority complex was not helping.
Alastor rolled back onto his paws nevertheless. His stance wavered considerably and pain shot throughout his chest, but he kept himself afloat. Violet hues zeroed in on the God. His narrow gaze attempted to lock with the crow's blue once, gathering his attention. Calmly, he spoke. "Stop," he demanded. The canine's command was concise and clear. By getting straight to the point, it was inevitable that his orders would be met. His manipulative powers would take hold of The Messenger easily, just as he has with the rest. Their was no doubt in his mind.
Summary of Alastor's powers for reference.:
STEPPIN' INTO THE TWILIGHT ZONE
[color=#1a1a1a]tags.& elysium. & doberman pinscher.