RISING FROM THE ASHES // o, discovering power

JORMUNGAND

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Westley approached and Jormungand didn't even pay any attention to him at all. He didn't know the leopard and the panther wasn't keen on getting to know him anytime soon either. He was new so he shouldn't be running his mouth about what happened with who when.
The maurader spoke up, saying she trusted Sweeny more than she ever would him. Her tone was hard like she was commanding something, which amused Jormungand to no end. So she was trying to military him around? Given his history, that wasn't gonna fly. He straightened his back, curling his tail around his paws. He dominated the female by size alone and he'd like to see what she would do to him.
"Do you want your kids hurt because of actions you've done?" Came the baring of teeth from the female, and that made the panther focus his attention on her. Maw parted to respond with a short and quiet, "Hurt them and that will be the last thing you do." Rip her wings off of her too, whilst he watched her through cold, dead eyes. Just like he did Merlin's.
"So don't speak about loyalty, you traitorous fuck." She continued, then fell silent. His gaze hardened, saw the challenge in hers. The old him after blinded by rage would have attacked her and torn her to shreds but now he was different. No rash movements, especially not with tension this thick in the air. He simply stared back, optics flashing to blue once again, a tendril of smoke slowly snaking across the floor. He'd invite her to make the first move, so at least he would have an excuse to attack back.
His friend began now, and Jormungand swivelled his ears to listen. Northwest did bring up interesting points, a lot of the Pitt's history that Jor didn't know about. Head tilted in interest, smile graced his maw but cold glare still fixated on Kold.

#psychosocial.