FATHOMLESS | returning haul, open

[Luciferr]

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Ears flickered behind him as Chesha made himself known and Corvannis inclined his head, setting things down in their places with a flicker of his tail in contentment - it and done him an immeasurable amount of good to feel blood on his paws again.

He nodded to his brother with a content hum ”you know I can’t stay idle forever” and a rare smile on that snarling mandibled maw - he knew Chesha was largely much the same, but they had to set things in order before they could make moves,

At least he could still allow for his little excursions.

Still he stretched, plated form sinuous with the movement before those three blue pairs of eyes turned back to his brother ”and what of you dear brother king? What plans do you have in the workshop?” Corvannis himself wanted to test the mettle of these other clans eventually - for now he’d taken to the Elysium first, he didn’t abide the weakness of pacifism, such a stagnant state of life.