Arrow Lake donald duck, sunny d, tampico, capri sun

there was something of a learning curve for stigmata when listening to vercingetorix tell a story. the general was still trying to figure out what sea witch meant when he realized that verx had called himself traitor in what seemed like the same breath. so the dark brute had chosen his own progeny over his pack, and it had led him... here, of all places.

stigmata's head bobbed with a bemused snort, and he smirked. they were in agreement then. this was not something either of them would have ever predicted, but the warhound felt he had received cosmically stranger things before. becoming entangled in the foreign affairs of the seraph-twins came to mind. "i could not hold that against you," he remarked, dismissing the claim that he had been slighted. "you had no reason to be otherwise." manners and respect, after all, weren't a right or something owed to him. not at that time, anyway.


"were you a dick to the sea witch as well?" he asked conversationally, wondering if it had been the wolf's vocal attitude to serve him comeuppance in the form of a throat wound.