Birds,of all the creatures...
He grouches, his thoughts remaining inside as the flock berates him with their call. Darkness swooping, flapping about him and his head. A nuisance, a loud nuisance if you asked him, his wings swatting at the ravens like flies.
"Piss off!" He yells though he follows them anyways, even if he does so grudgingly. They always won that arguement, come, come, come. Of course he would come in the end, he always did- as was his duty.
They lead him, like a gaggle of proud goalers escorting a prisoner to his cell. In truth he considers his service to Straia and the Chamber anything but. But the birds, well, he's sure he could do without them.
He finds Straia at this journey's end, though he expects nothing less, dipping his head in greetings. "My Queen," he says with a smirk, batting at one last shadowy bird, his talons falling through the smoke like a knife in warm butter. Before he can ask to what he owes the pleasure of an audience, she begins, regaling them with tales of the tree. Sights, information, possibilities. He listens quietly, tucking his wings to his side and waiting until Straia is finished before he speaks.
"I tire of talk as well," he begins, "I say we should finish what we began.." Was it not the Chamber that had rushed the Gates years ago, burning their home and taking from them what was dear? "Though I would much prefer making our own use of their entities, is this possible? Does the entity hold some sort of allegiance to the people?" Destroy, destroy, destroy, but what would they gain? What was in it for them?
"Perhaps we could draw them out, bring them here, and then destroy their home. They will have nothing to return to." Killdare had grown bitter in the years, numb in a sense and he was regretting they had not raided the Gates children. That would have brought the fight to them surely. A rough smile found his lips though, because someone had done what he had not.
"My nephew has found himself the new owner of a fair number of their young. I am surprised they have not been at our doorstep, but it is a fair start to rile them." He flicks his tail, sending a shift of coarse black hair flying as he finds a more comfortable stance.
"How about you Warship? What sort of advance are you in the mood for?" He asks curiously, turning his head to the General.
meh idk- whatever works for yall :|