Blacktail Deer Plateau I am home, Countess

He had come just after Grezig had, a limp in his sway as he healed from his prior inflicted wounds. He was alive, but in sorry shape to call himself defending a border. If anything, he knew the hearty Grezig could take on anything life would throw at her; Hell she had handled his attitude okay. But upon arriving, the Demon could hear the dreariness in her once level tones. What plague was taking over the Plateau?

Instead, the Demon stood near enough to be seen, hoping his size and newly acquired scars would intimidate rather than his lack of ability. He’d be damned if someone, no matter who it was, was gonna just waltz up here. Idiot was gonna die trying to protect borders.

‘Minori can get in my ass but not be here?‘ he internally fumed. The dark navy brute was impressive in stature for a 2 year old male, standing fully in height, and though his head was lowly hung, scruff growing up to curtain the back of his skull, he was massive. Garnet irises scanned the male before Grezig, and though he noted she knew him, Siqsa was taking no chances.