Black Morass iii. jupiter

for @Thantos

the empire in the dark forest grew. slowly. fresh faces and fresh blood walk the territory, but now he searched for the only other man.

he smelled faintly of the reverend mother, distinguishable but it gave the brute a moment to pause. finding the grey man, theissor doesn't hesitate to beckon him.

you there. his dulcet voice calls. feralis. come here. he must be here to fight and hunt, with his build and masculine. if he wasn't, well. isn't that a shame — but the women needed defending and feeding. running around and picking flowers was their duty.

thantos steps forward. he keeps his gaze lowered, only glancing up enough to meet theissor’s eyes briefly. and when he does so, he cannot choke down the smirk that grows like mold on his face.

you called, praetor. he manages to voice the words with no complications; such as a laugh.

he stands quietly, waiting for instruction. the unfortunate part of his ten step plan in convincing ione to give up this reverend mother act was playing the part of subservient soldier.

theissor spoke—thantos listens. simple.

the man was his senior. but for this one, theissor felt no loyalty. no wisdom to gain from him. theissor could only wonder why the man smirked, but figured he was just as smug as the praetor.

make yourself useful and patrol with me. or you can spar. theissor whipped around. whatever it is, prove your worth.

thantos nods curtly, his expression smoothing into something more serious. but it is hard to fight the tempting curl of his mouth into that residual smirk he often wore.

patrol it is, kyrios. voice almost a growling coo.

he falls in step beside theissor, gaze shifting through the trees as he walks. ears coming to swivel to great height upon a sculpted head, though unable to keep from lightly flopping at the ends.

he lifts chin to look up and over at the man. i am thantos. the reverend mother is my sister.