ARSONIST'S LULLABY / open, joining

the next to make an appearance was the yellow-and-black serval, dignified just like his leader. he carried an air or deserved arrogance, and beleth knew immediately that he was important. that was one of the child's strengths- a combination of intuition and introspection meant beleth knew how he should act around certain others. he wanted to make his mark, to leave his pawprints on this clan, and he wouldn't get there by being like his father.

no, people like his father died the cruel death they deserved. his body began to heat up again, burning at the core, and he had to cool himself down. "my captain," the boy said, dipping his head in seemingly utmost respect. so this was vigenere cipher. he decided it would be important to remember that. "alright, lead the way, sir," he said, in a more light-hearted tone, showing that he was indeed comfortable in being sociable and not just all about titles and ranks. "hey, uh... general, sir?" he turned to the samoyed leader, narrowing his eyes in thought. "hey, uh, what did you mean by... dangerous?" despite all his firey bravado, he realized he should at least understand why it was dangerous and if he was really ready for it.

he thought of how committed he had to be. this was an all or nothing type deal- he was going to climb the ranks, power-hungry and lit ablaze, and he was going to actually do something. he was always burning, deep down, yet never consumed- this passion was his flame, his drive. he had to amount to something. to be better than his scum father, than his cruel mother. to be a member of tanglewood.