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Vicious was not a word that could often be attributed to Aurum. Despite being an archangel of vengeance, the lion found that he much more often preferred peace, and the company of those that he loved. However, when another group was threatening that peace, as well as the people that he loved? Well, vicious was just one of the many words that came to act as a very accurate descriptor of the shaderunner. Tail lashing from side to side behind him, the male winced when he heard Delilah's vicious roar, rumbling reassuringly, "Don't worry, Del. They'll pay. They'll pay dearly, with more than just their lives. I make that my promise to you." His voice was cold as he spoke, a clear sign that he was leaving no room for argument. If Vigenere would not give them permission to take vengeance as a whole, then Aurum would have no problem with doing it on his own – even if he doubted that Vig would stand in the way, given their new leader's history.

Turning to face Fenris next, he said firmly, voice betraying his true age, and his history of authority, "She's allowed to grieve. Hell, she's even allowed to be in hysterics. No one said we'll be running in and attacking them today. They just need to pay for what they have done. Not only here, but what we gave them a second chance from, ages ago." Jaw set, the lion then got up, moving away from Keter's body and over to where Nicabar was practically collapsed. Setting a gentle paw on the boy, he gave him a small shake, unaware of whether or not he had fainted, or simply vomited, "Nicabar...? You should not stay here. Come, let's go back to town, this is no place for a child..." He hadn't known Nicabar long, but even if the other hadn't possessed the soul of Moth, Aurum still would've felt a certain protectiveness.

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