12-01-2020, 03:11 AM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Quasar was lucky that Elsweyr had gotten to him first. If she hadn't, then the young canine would've been subject to Aurum's full rage, and he couldn't really promise that anger wouldn't bring with it blood and agony. Even as Elsweyr moved to drag Quasar away, the angel felt a vicious snarl fall forth from his muzzle, stepping out of the shadows with flames licking at the edges of his mouth. He stepped over Salvia, hovering protectively over his son as he growled lowly in Quasar's direction, "Keep your ugly maw off of my son, or I'll tear it off of you." As if to back up his claim, thick and sharp claws dug quite visibly into the earth in front of Aurum. Flames continued to dance around his teeth, jaws aching to crunch down onto Quasar's skull and see just how he liked it. However, the male was holding himself back. He wasn't about to drop down to their level, and hurt a child. No, he would only attack Quasar if the other made another attempt on his son's life. Because, while Aurum cared about his own morals and decency, he cared about Salvia more.
With this in mind, he looked down at Salvia, leaning down to drag his tongue soothingly over the other's head. He muttered quietly, hackles still raised even as he spoke to his child, "Like Elsweyr said... are you okay? I can get you back to Moth, if we need to..." Anger and worry blurred together in his mind, a knot twisting in his stomach as he held himself back from charging forth and tearing into the Palmclanners. He could understand their plight for food, but the didn't mean he would ever forgive them for this. He had only just barely begun to forgive The Pitt, and their transgressions had ended months ago. Needless to say, the group would be on his shitlist – as well as on many others' – for some time. Of course, there was a private hope in Aurum's heart that the two groups would end up turning on and destroying each other. That would certainly be entertaining to watch, considering Stryker's boastful nature. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
With this in mind, he looked down at Salvia, leaning down to drag his tongue soothingly over the other's head. He muttered quietly, hackles still raised even as he spoke to his child, "Like Elsweyr said... are you okay? I can get you back to Moth, if we need to..." Anger and worry blurred together in his mind, a knot twisting in his stomach as he held himself back from charging forth and tearing into the Palmclanners. He could understand their plight for food, but the didn't mean he would ever forgive them for this. He had only just barely begun to forgive The Pitt, and their transgressions had ended months ago. Needless to say, the group would be on his shitlist – as well as on many others' – for some time. Of course, there was a private hope in Aurum's heart that the two groups would end up turning on and destroying each other. That would certainly be entertaining to watch, considering Stryker's boastful nature. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan