third times a charm - [EXILE ANNOUNCEMENT]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Speak of the devil, here was one of the kids. Totally unaware of the drama that had circulated around Jormungand or the recent arrival of the Tanglewood leader over the jaguar’s capture, all Angel had really been able to understand was that to his surprise, his father actually owed allegiance to another group that wasn’t this one, and no one seemed to care much for his well-being or what he did. Admittedly, the cub wasn’t sure he liked that, and a twinge of confusion followed him over where he ought to be. On one hand, he had been born here, the only home he knew, but on the other hand Aphra didn’t care much for her children, with Jormungand carrying all the responsibility. He would have been incredibly upset at the ideas Aphra didn’t verbalize, for even as much as he avoided his mother’s cold and distant presence, hoping he’d leave behind his exiled father with his brothers would have still wounded his soul.

Angel’s ears lowered as he looked around for either Asmodeus or Hydro or even Jor himself, man of the unfortunate hour. ”You’d kill him?” Execution was one of those words, he wasn’t sure where he picked it up but he knew what it meant now regardless. And he wasn’t too content with that.