between the shadows and the soul - all kingdom

[atrox]

a t r o x -- He is late to the meeting (when was he not?), but he does not hurry. Instead, he watches them go back and forth with ideas, his ears perking at some of them, and his mouth falling into a scowl at others. He had seen decades of these meetings before, and he had not heard many fresh ideas before, although he was not against history repeating itself in some instances. After all, there had been good times mixed into years passed and some of the land’s youth would not recognize a second act when they saw it. So he yawns and detaches himself from the shadows, moving toward the center of the meeting. “Kidnapping and stealing are not bad ideas,” he muses, “although there is something to having a show of strength along with it. The Chamber is more than thieves in the night picking off the weak members of a herd. We are powerful—and we deserve to be viewed as that.” He looks toward Straia, wondering what she was truly thinking. “It has been a long time since Beqanna has seen a good raid. The army here is as healthy as I have seen in the other kingdoms; perhaps it is time that we actually showcased that strength.” His yellow gaze looks toward the others for a moment, edges of his scarred lips turning upward in the corners. “We could always set the terms of the raid as taking their new children, or we could simply seek to have a subkingdom—or we could simply do it to show possibilities. Letting our influence spread and gaining infamy is as good a purpose as anything. Let the other kingdoms fear what we may choose to do in the future and let that dictate the politics of the land.” His smile is predatory as he grows silent. panther-stallion | ex-king | forever chamber guardian