Ravensblood Forest Death and all her friends

Anticipation was steadily billowing within the Silencer's belly, threatening to spill over at any given moment. Atshen had come to Teaghlaigh with the intention to spill Dakarai's blood, and he was determined to do just that. Nothing else mattered to him, and as these ambitions began to marinate in his psyche, he turned his gaze to the blue-eyed traitor as he envisioned the other's demise. Though distracted by such fantasies, Atshen did his best to keep with the conversation at hand. As the exchanged unfurled, and more was disclosed, Atshen felt himself growing angrier by the moment as it seemed as though the threat of war was becoming lesser by the moment. Removing himself from the fantasies that had seemed just within reach moments ago, the pale-bellied man turned his attention from the renegade and towards Arturo. 

It had been long since Atshen had felt the level of anger that he did presently. This emotion was apparent in how he held himself, as he stood before the pack stiffly, as if ready to strike at any given moment. The inky fur along his nape jutted out sporadically, giving the Silencer a particularly wild look. 

With Lotte's offer, Atshen's talk began to lash and a growl formulated within his throat and a rebuttal hunt on the tip of his tongue. With the other's done talking, Atshen boldly stepped forward with a fire in his eyes. "We do not want this pathetic excuse of a creature," he informed the others with a gritted baritone, lifting his head to swing his muzzle towards  Dakarai, the man who had betrayed the pack. "We want him." His tongue lashed as he spoke his demands, his voice like ice. Without further hesitation, Atshen drove himself towards swiftly, ambition driving him to just as he had intended that day: spill Dakarai's blood. He was blind to everything around him, finding only the dark-furred man in his vision as he surged forward.