say my name - [TAKEOVER RAID]

[wormwood.]

NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Peace. It was something that Aurum had always idolized, ever since he had been just a cub, living within a kingdom that was supposedly one day to be his own. Of course, unfortunately, life had a way of crushing one's dreams. Slowly, his wonderful vision of a kingdom full of peace and goodwill had given way to cruelty and bitterness, jealousy rotting him down to his very core as his life had been given over to Poetking. Since then, the graph of his life had been a sort of u shape, mainly because things had gone disastrously downhill when he had been motivated by envy and fury. Then, they had become so much better when he had finally joined Tanglewood. The swamp-dwelling group had become his true home ever since he had shown up on the border, following after Poet's trail. So much had changed since that day, but a lot had also remained the same. He still strove for peace in every aspect of his life, even if it wasn't exactly easy. For a time, it had almost seemed as though his life goal had been achieved. Things around Tanglewood had been quiet, and he had been happy, although he was also tired as well. Coming back from getting kidnapped had been understandably tiring, and for a time, he just wanted relaxation within his home, without anyone to bother him.

He ventured out occasionally, mainly when there were smaller social gatherings and when he needed to eat, but he had practically gone into hibernation. His days consisted of sleeping, eating, and reading, regaining his energy for whatever the future may have held. As it turned out, the future was holding this. A roar echoing through the air, and yet another hot-headed asshole with self-esteem issues had come to try and take them over. This was what, the third time? It was tiring, and part of Aurum just wanted to roll back over and go back to sleep. However, he knew that, as always, that wasn't an option. He couldn't abandon the defense of his home, no matter how much that final rest truthfully tempted him. With a grunt and a sigh, the fully healed lion got up to his paws, his sunrise colored wings spreading out so that his feathers brushed the walls around him. He heaved himself down the stairs, the dusty wood creaking from a new amount of disuse. His jaw clenched as soon as he spotted the chaos going on outside, one blue eyes narrowed with rage and contempt as he looked out through the window. He didn't even recognize these assholes. Wasn't that so sad? Had The Pitt seriously birthed another pathetic spinoff, or were these guys their own particular brand of disgusting?

The lion didn't leave himself time to ponder these questions, grumbling as he stepped out and launched himself up, and into the air. As nice as his little hiatus had been, he had to admit that he had missed the sensation of flying. It was incredibly freeing, and the wind beneath his wings was a welcome old friend. Of course, his happiness was not meant to last for long. His one-eyed gaze landed down upon his beloved sister, who had only recently returned to the land of the living, and then fell on the one who was attacking her. He knew nothing of Ninazu, but he really didn't need to. All he needed to know was that she was a member of these fools, and that she deserved to die, because she was trying to put a paw on Moth. A snarl ripped forth from his throat, and he dove down towards [member=2040]ninazu[/member], attempting to slam his upper body, claws out, directly into her side. If he was successful, he would then try to manipulate her mind, attempting to make her feel incredibly nauseous and unable to fight. His voice was low and vicious as he growled, rumbling from deep down in his ribcage, "Pick on someone your own size, little lioness. Or I'll pick on you." Kydobi had once learned what it felt like to die at the end of Aurum's claws, and the former proxy had no problem with teaching Ninazu of it as well. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.