And the cards all fold [Demian]

[Killdare]

no matter what we breed we still are made of greed

They slink and slither, the shadows, coiling in indiscernible shapes as he waits. He imagines if they had sound it would be a hiss that lasts forever, one that crawls up your spine and leaves those not dark enough to appreciate it feeling at unease. He knows to keep a watchful eye, allied kingdom or not, thus is why his wings flex and he is almost airborne when the creature appears.

Something creeping from the very dark places he has been eyeing, a wolf no-less. Something taking shape from the darkness, in a way that sometimes the ravens at home did. Shaping themselves from shadow and shade, becoming whispers of beings instead of the beings themselves.

“Why yes, as a matter of fact I do.” He gruffs, glass-green eyes narrowing at the shadow-shaper. “So just Demian again then hmm? Very well.” His words come out deep and matter-of-fact, as if he can’t overly concern himself on the matter of ex King taking back the throne.

 “It’s time and it’s time for your king to know. War has begun, I’ve things to discuss with him, such as our standing alliance.” His course black tail swishes almost impatiently now behind him, he had really done his best not to just barge right in. Track the jaguar king down himself and deliver his message, make it known that the Chamber was ready. He needed the Valley ready too, he needed the Valley with them.


"Might you send word with your..mmm..thing?" ,he gestures a scaled wing at the foggy shape of dog, "tell him the Chamber Lord need speak with him. I'm afraid I'm terribly insistent we speak immediately, we've waited for long enough..uhhh..sorry, which one were you again?" He meant to address him by name, except he realized he did not in fact know his name.

KILLDARE

this is my kingdom come

The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber