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Set a few hours after Olive being taken by Boomba. They working on plans.
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"Kuhn"
The rage had not settled. It was accompanied by worry for the waif but mostly, Tiberius was furious. The rage flowed through his veins in a vengeful fire, licking at his skin and demanding to be set free. He had told Uriel, Riannon and the other Frostchantian that they would reconvene once he -- or even they -- would power. He knew he would need to seek further strength and man power, he was skilled and had worked hard to get himself to physical greatness but even he knew he couldn't do it alone. Riannon was determined and fierce, quick with her teeth where she lacked the height and solid body. Uriel was bigger but still quick, an athletic body with from what he could see, bravery and some skill behind her. The other... he was tall, smaller smaller Tiberius but still built and willing to help his Pack Mate. Though Tiberius could not say for his skill, having met him only once and it was today, where he was filled with vibrating rage.
It wasn't enough. Especially if the Walrus had a blubbery friend or two. He stormed through the Tundra as his adrenaline still pumped, he couldn't think of a proper plan like this -- he was too pent up with his anger. With his... fear. He so rarely felt it yet this... Olive's safety had been out of his control. Getting her back was his priority, alive. She would not die and he would skin what he could of the Walrus and present it to her as soft fucking bedding. He swiped an agitated paw at the snow, kicking it up as he leant his head back and screamed.
He screamed his rage, thundering vocals shuddering through the Tundra as he relented in releasing his anger as it demanded. ^^
Set a few hours after Olive being taken by Boomba. They working on plans.
@
"Kuhn"
The rage had not settled. It was accompanied by worry for the waif but mostly, Tiberius was furious. The rage flowed through his veins in a vengeful fire, licking at his skin and demanding to be set free. He had told Uriel, Riannon and the other Frostchantian that they would reconvene once he -- or even they -- would power. He knew he would need to seek further strength and man power, he was skilled and had worked hard to get himself to physical greatness but even he knew he couldn't do it alone. Riannon was determined and fierce, quick with her teeth where she lacked the height and solid body. Uriel was bigger but still quick, an athletic body with from what he could see, bravery and some skill behind her. The other... he was tall, smaller smaller Tiberius but still built and willing to help his Pack Mate. Though Tiberius could not say for his skill, having met him only once and it was today, where he was filled with vibrating rage.
It wasn't enough. Especially if the Walrus had a blubbery friend or two. He stormed through the Tundra as his adrenaline still pumped, he couldn't think of a proper plan like this -- he was too pent up with his anger. With his... fear. He so rarely felt it yet this... Olive's safety had been out of his control. Getting her back was his priority, alive. She would not die and he would skin what he could of the Walrus and present it to her as soft fucking bedding. He swiped an agitated paw at the snow, kicking it up as he leant his head back and screamed.
He screamed his rage, thundering vocals shuddering through the Tundra as he relented in releasing his anger as it demanded. ^^
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