Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161215113151

Armata:"They fared quite well. 1,000 years of preparations was decimated in a single night. My plan to conquer this world, in ashes. Now I'm left nothing, but a debt..."

His mind races and pondering his next move, his future. The wind howls like a wolf as his coat flutters around.

Armata:"I was supposed to die this day... the mut had every opportunity to do so, yet he stayed his hand. He must really respect that doctor's opinion."

Armata thinks back to the moment Hound spared him, the rage in the Destroyers eyes were sight to behold. Never had Armata experienced fear until that point, the savagery lurking beneath that reserved exterior of Hound. Although he may not know why Hound spared him, he knows that he is being given a second chance. After the raw display Hound put on, Armata knows it would be child's play for the mut to track him down and annihilation him if he should attempt any further mischief.

Armata:"It is time for me to leave this land, Abiathar. It's time to resign my aspirations."