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03-24-2017, 10:18 AM
Albrecht Another meeting, another round of haphazardly filling ranks and demanding fealty as if the leaders of this herd actually provide a valuable service instead of repeated empty promises and irritating distractions. The old black sighs, wondering exactly what the punishment for missing one of these shit shows might be and how much more of an inconvenience it could possibly be compared to attendance itself, even as he drags himself upright and turns in the direction of the Ocean Lights voice, grumbling to himself and asserting to no one in particular that if it had been the other half of this new regime calling the herd, he’d have rolled over and remained comfortably curled in the dark of his cave. As he approaches the rear of the semicircular gathering, the Lady continues her spiel – declaring, promoting, assigning. His brows furrow at the distinct absence of a second voice, their illustrious “clever tiny one” seemingly sitting this one out, perhaps taking a little too strongly after the recently demoted Valkyrie. He tries to blink sleep away from his stinging eyes, begrudging and glancing from face to face with crankiness ever apparent in his gaze, little care in his heart for what transpires here. New spies – The Asshat? Really? - New healers, new crafters, a new Haruspex to replace the one who left them long ago; new, new, new, and yet the same old complacency and lack of attention. It’s the subject of their herd quest that truly sets him off though, having hoped the whole business would be forgotten if they ignored it long enough. At its mention his surly frown intensifies, his upper lip curling and ears sweeping backward. Why does it always have to be wolves for fucks sake? "Alby talks." OOC // Keep in mind that Albys hate is his alone. I <3 you all. The Asshole |
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