Define your meaning of war // Joining

ONCE YOU COMMITTED ME

The mystery came to a quick end as the two were faced with gleaming canines. Aegon shook his paw off, continuing to stare up at the other as he did so with a narrowed gaze. The dragon did not trust them. That was obvious, but given they were the other's only accompaniment and a potential chance at healing, the lion felt that Grimlock would have to buckle to their presence soon, especially if they wanted somewhere to stay. Jormungand had already seen the hypocrisy in that. With a tilted head, he let out a hushed sigh.

His slitted hues momentarily shifted in Jormungand's direction. "He's covering his arms because of the blatantly, eye-catching blood pouring from them," the other Pittian stated bluntly towards the panther. He dramatically flicked the remaining blood on his paw towards the other, only to rub the rest off on his chest. 'Where else could it be coming from? Fool.'

"If you must, you may be allowed to stay here," came his low drawl. Aegon did not care to wait for the leader's approval. "Perhaps point us in the direction of the other dragon so we can defend our borders if an issue arises." He wasn't sure how well the ardent would take that though. Allowing danger into their realm was not exactly the best situation, but if Olalla was cocky enough to take up leadership without any experience, perhaps a giant dragon would be a wake up call.

NOW YOU'VE ACQUITTED ME