Silvertip Mountain lonely mountain

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His encounter with Cassiopeia had been educational at best, for at least now he understood better the depth of the connection they held and how truly backwards it was. But she was one small blip on his radar of future endeavours, one among many bloody ambitions to bide his time while his uncle laid the groundwork for the pending revolution. The details, Vaati had little interest in. What he awaited dearly was the end product, an empire surrendered to knees and given the sweet merciful death it deserved. What arose from its ashes was yet to be known, though if it was due to become anything like what he had left, the scarred male found no point in returning. For now, he searched most ardently for the one called Skullchaser, the blind fool who had believed it wise to cut into his sister's face and do so without consequence. That was what happened when the Wilds went unchecked; the idiots took over. However at that moment, the scent of another lingering in the distance met his senses, and his nostrils flared in trepidation as they often did when encountering those unknown. Vaati moves his titanous frame in the direction of the mouth of the cave, coming to a hesitant stop only a few meters away before issuing a low, neutral warning chuff. Vaati had very little interest in holding hearty conversations, but he would get nowhere in his search if he did not ask around. That could not be accomplished if he tried to maim all those he came across.