He reclined in feigned contentment until they arrived. But he was never content with his current standing. His mind was always racing, always evolving and moving on to the next thing that captures his deadly intention. For now, the dark desires that normally dig their claws into the back of his mind are dulled by the ominous unknown. He waits rather impatiently for them to convene but surely enough, they do break their way through the clinging grasp of the moor to meet with him.

One by one the three of them appear before him, his deadened amethyst gaze falling on each of them as they present themselves loyally. Three plagues of Blossom Forest; each possessing a finite set of skills, but those skills have been practiced and honed to the finest point. They shall be his cerberus.

His memory is fragmented but there are the smallest of details that he remembers of each. Lothris; fiercely loyal to their blood and a finely crafted killer. Her colors are unique among most other Asokuh, taking more notes from their angelic heritage, yet all know that demon lays beneath. Keres; a malleable individual but useful all the same with a knack for taking things that are not his. His coloring also leans toward the angel’s influence but that does not mean his soul has been untouched by darkness. Vozurr; brutal to the core, much like Zagan himself, and unflinchingly faithful. His coat is tainted in the darkness of the demon and swathed in the bloody mahoganies of the angels.

Zagan had never been one for camaraderie in his younger years. He was loyal to his family pack and nothing else. But when that fell apart he had nothing and no one but himself. With all else that made him who he was destroyed he began his path down a familiar road… and it was bloody. He isolated himself from all others, seeking only to feed the demons that raged in his head, allowing himself to become swallowed ever more by the shadows of his soul. Nothing and no one could stop him.

He knew of Lothris, Keres, and Vozurr at that time but he did not care for their loyalty or their presence. He was young, careless, and without a plan. Now, as he props himself against the rotting core of this tree, his mind pieces together exactly what has come together before his scrutinizing gaze. They were here to revive the Asokuh blood; to follow him into the abyss if need be. He was not in solitude any longer and they were not ordinary allies. Together they could all bring misfortune to the weakness that infects this land.

With this morbid epiphany blossoming to the forefront of his mind he slowly lifts his imposing figure to his paws and stands before them. ”Where... would you like to start?” His rough, baritone chords strike the silence that had settled in their vicinity as a dangerous glint crossed his cold gaze.