Entering the Plains {IC Joining Thread}

I don't fight without reason, I don't want war without end

"Of course, I wouldnt expect that I would be given these benefits for free," said Silvermane, still crouching down. Harsh eyes looked upon the silver white male as he swore to labor and fight until he earned the Praetor's trust. He resisted the urge to smirk, instead kept his emotionless look up. "Not much earn my trust or respect, Silvermane and I do not care if you do. I expect you to serve and think about the well-being of the whole pack before your own and to pledge your allegiance to me and this pack. I do not tolerate slackers here and any who I find will be kicked out, I have the same expectation for every wolf in this pack and I expect nothing less of you, when you recover." he did not add that that would only happen if Silvermane pledged his alliegance to Noctisardor Bypass. Because from that moment on, he was bound by words and blood to the Bypass, bound to the world of Rome. The wolf promised he wasn't half death all the time, which made the sterling outrider's eyes flash with amusement. The next words though, something about if he intended to kill Silvermane, to do it now, that he would rather die half-stoned than bleed to death.

"I have no intention of killing you unless you wish for me to do so for you are not in my territory although you are close and you are injured. There is no honor in killing an injured wolf, no dignity." he said in a soft voice, though edged with ice. He was a Roman, yes, and merciless at times but he still wished to descend to the underworld, to Elysium when he died. To be with the heroes and to feast with the gods, to be in paradise. He did not wish to be drifting forever in the fields of Asphodel, it was as boring as hell and the scarred male most certainly did not want to stay in that hell hole forever, but no doubt the fields were better than Tartarus. Only evil wolves would end up there, wolves without honor, pride or dignity, cruel and injustice, those that the gods damned and Pluto was disgusted out. The founder of the Angelus Mortis bloodline was a brilliant god when it came to thinking of the most torturous ways you could spend your eternity doing. And so Shadow always tried his best to be as fair, honorable, Roman-like as he could be.