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Roar. The warrior is the peacemaker. Irony, much?
He stood on the outside and contemplated confusing facts, awaiting a reaction from inside. His.. encounter with the coyote femme in Inferni, the one he had aimed to maim, kidnap, kill. It had not gone according to plan. At first he had thought that she was just trying to deceive him, make him doubtful, and would not think any more about it. But nothing could stop a thought from spinning, and even as he had returned from there had he not been able to shake it off his mind. After a talk with Conor, Haku's own son, it had become clear to the warrior that his deal would have to be altered. If not officially, then in his own mind, to justify further actions. He was proud, and he was fiercely loyal, but to whom? He had sworn to please Haku Soul, but in return for the pack's favors. Was it not then to the pack his allegiance lay, as Haku Soul personally had done little to nothing to aid him, but to allow him to pass into their lands? He could have snuck over unnoticed, he was sure. And It was certainly not the conflict that was his main concern; any other work the Rosen would had put him to would have been carried out with the same determinedness. Supporting the Rosen would be supporting the conflict, and as far as he had pieced the pieces together now, this was not just. Though a warrior in this life, he could not bring himself to nurture a conflict that spilled unnecessary blood. In the ideal world, Semyon was not needed. And now he stood waiting for the conflict to culminate, to eject the Rosen from his seat and cast him away. Conor had stressed that the situation might escalate, but Semyon doubted it; they were father and son. Naïve to the lacking boundaries of Haku Soul, Semyon did not expect trouble further than a little squabble.
When the son and father violently burst from the building's entrance, yellow eyes widened momentarily before the warrior growled loudly and burst forward, attempting to come between the two. The father was much larger than the son, and certainly fierce in his attack. Semyon was unwilling to draw his blades for this, fearing that he might harm the wrong one. Strong arms focused on the front legs of the father, as far as he could reach it, whilst he shouted random exclamations in order to gain their attention. If he could just get Haku's torso away from Conor's form for a second he could get between them, and this was what he aimed for...
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He stood on the outside and contemplated confusing facts, awaiting a reaction from inside. His.. encounter with the coyote femme in Inferni, the one he had aimed to maim, kidnap, kill. It had not gone according to plan. At first he had thought that she was just trying to deceive him, make him doubtful, and would not think any more about it. But nothing could stop a thought from spinning, and even as he had returned from there had he not been able to shake it off his mind. After a talk with Conor, Haku's own son, it had become clear to the warrior that his deal would have to be altered. If not officially, then in his own mind, to justify further actions. He was proud, and he was fiercely loyal, but to whom? He had sworn to please Haku Soul, but in return for the pack's favors. Was it not then to the pack his allegiance lay, as Haku Soul personally had done little to nothing to aid him, but to allow him to pass into their lands? He could have snuck over unnoticed, he was sure. And It was certainly not the conflict that was his main concern; any other work the Rosen would had put him to would have been carried out with the same determinedness. Supporting the Rosen would be supporting the conflict, and as far as he had pieced the pieces together now, this was not just. Though a warrior in this life, he could not bring himself to nurture a conflict that spilled unnecessary blood. In the ideal world, Semyon was not needed. And now he stood waiting for the conflict to culminate, to eject the Rosen from his seat and cast him away. Conor had stressed that the situation might escalate, but Semyon doubted it; they were father and son. Naïve to the lacking boundaries of Haku Soul, Semyon did not expect trouble further than a little squabble.
When the son and father violently burst from the building's entrance, yellow eyes widened momentarily before the warrior growled loudly and burst forward, attempting to come between the two. The father was much larger than the son, and certainly fierce in his attack. Semyon was unwilling to draw his blades for this, fearing that he might harm the wrong one. Strong arms focused on the front legs of the father, as far as he could reach it, whilst he shouted random exclamations in order to gain their attention. If he could just get Haku's torso away from Conor's form for a second he could get between them, and this was what he aimed for...