Altar of Twilight Never had so[M]eone to call my own

Voices grew nearer and with a little bit of irritation he got to his feet, long blunt body tearing up the ground. What met his sight caused him to swallow thickly and close his eyes. The foreign feeling of jealous rose deep and vile and he all but gagged on it's thickness.

He shifted more into view. Schooling his face, no emotions showing. There was a time and a place. He tilted his head. A low growl of a baritone dancing along the air, to settle and sink into their ears. Snow and Shadow. How fitting.

The air was thick with something akin to tension, but he wasn't certain what type. There was no denying both girls were beautiful, both appealed to his nature. One he knew intimately one not so much. Though were he not as filled to the brim with pesky emotions and sudden inhibitions, he would ahve possibly made a pass. Perhaps he still would. One could never tell with Dreven Layre.

He was large and beastly, but they were not on is territory, so he did not show any outward irritation preferring to keep his neutrality there for all to see.

Have you both come to join the forsaken?

Though he didn't particularly like the thought. If Atka had both he and Heph, perhaps between the two of them, they could keep her safer than just him.