Dawnlark Plains η

keep your tongues. iosef would exhale a huff in irate, but he would say nothing more. there was no use in wasting words that would fall upon deaf ears, and no use spilling blood when his baskaan did not demand it. 

the alliance was a joke. there was something left unsaid, hidden in the shifting eyes and foreign tongues. a heavy tension drifted to lay itself across the group, so tangible he could reach out and sink his fangs into it. he would speak with faust when they were alone; warn him that this alliance would only end in bloodshed and betrayal. 

his heavy steps quicken to meet faust's. falling in line beside him, marching toward the open tundra where they would kill in the name of his alliance. brooding eyes shaded with his doubt and reluctance.