YOUR SUFFERING ENDS || TAKEOVER 6/21

[Atticus Roux]

One luminary down, the next was upon them. Atticus had always assumed the next in line would be a prideful Tanglewood member, such as himself or Elswyer (again), but each had disappeared in their own right. There was no successor... and due to that, a new problem arose. Their mud-caked and disorganized territory was bound to be victim to The Pitt's wrath sooner or later. The canine knew better than to doubt them. As a former member of their wicked ranks and knowing their leader, Dante (unknowingly former now), Tanglewood had to prepare. It appeared they hadn't quick enough though.

Leathery, stained pawpads pressed lightly at Elsweyr's door. Jagged ears listened for movement inside after his soft knock, but none came. The wolf pressed on the doorway once more, only to push through anyways. Jaws parted. Her name was called. One and a half ears perked once more, but no response was heard. Again. Nothing. Once more? No. Elsweyr's home was empty, ragged, and left astray. His brow furrowed. Tail sulking downwards, he turned out back towards the marsh and exited her place. They needed a leader. He believed she would be the best candidate and had his support, but that wasn't possible with her gone. Atticus' mind momentarily strayed to Arrow and her's brief relationship before their descension, assuming that the former leader was grieving in private. She would have to be around here somewhere...

Maybe the graves? With a goal set in mind, the beaten male traversed through the territory promptly with his head down and eyes set on the horizon. Golden hues spotted a silhouette among the many trees. The larger being lurked near the gravesite of those that passed, but something dangled from his sharp jaws. Something... limp.

He grew closer. His dark pelt remained hidden within the underbrush. Atticus' chest grazed the floor as he walked along, only coming to a halt as the figure was highlighted in the light breaching through the trees. The fur on his nape stood up. The familiar, sickly tinge of blood and burning passed through his senses as his golden gaze landed on the woman he searched for. A lowly growl erupted from his throat.

Claws dug into the floor. The dark figure turned outwards and began their speech in no time, just as Stryker had done not so long ago. He emerged from the bushes with muscles tensed and haunches lowered, ready to lash outwards. Atticus listened though. The Roux had always let anger get the best of him, but he was smart enough to listen to the terms and conditions the first time around. Even so, his chest tightened. The Pitt was no ally to them. While he wished for a true alliance, Dante's leadership (which he still assumed was a thing) was not one he wanted to support, especially under a takeover. Fucking hell.

Gritting his teeth, the wolf was at a standstill. He was unsure what to do. Lashing out would endanger him and his groupmates, but keeping silent would do the same. It would give them more time to plan though. They had done the same under Stryker's tyrannical reign and succeeded, who said they couldn't do it again? Unless this asshat proved to be a good leader after killing their former, he would keep his sights set on a rebellion, but he wouldn't forget Elsweyr unprompted slaughter.

With his golden eyes surveying those that gathered, he awaited their response before he acted. He doubted they would react pleasantly.