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Sear had the nerve of disobeying his mother's orders from time to time. He stalked the edge of her temple to make sure those inside were safe and sound. Also he went out to get away from the constant nagging and whining of fellow followers who wished to fight. His mother had her reasons and he would respect them to a point. A sigh escaped his lips yet it was one of relief. There was no Cursed in the immediate area. Just when he was about to turn back he spotted a shock of red and white in the distance. Immediately he got on guard and snarled, "Who goes there?!"

Sear remained in a pose situated to go on either assault or defense if required. Deeming either unnecessary the Hellhound calmed himself before he stepped closer. "Your name. And faction." He demanded. Unlike his brother, Sear was more inclined to talking things out first rather than using brute force.

Sear thought for a moment. Syrridan was... Oh the Love God. His followers posed little threat to his mother's domain. If anything, this one was lost. Sear stepped towards Amor and reached out to grab the sword and gently push it aside. "There's no need for that here. We aren't enemies." They weren't allies either but... Sear would defend the Love follower if attacked. But why did such a follower hold a weapon, further more, bare scrapes, cuts and bruises?

Sear quirked a brow at that. "Battlefield? I thought you were all tree hugging pacifists." His back-handed comment slipped his lips far more easily than it should have. But that was just how he was. He did take after both parents after all.

"Hm..." The young Hellhound eyed the wounds Amor had for a moment. He wasn't too badly scratched up. "So why are you fighting?"

After Sear listened to his words, the young Hellhound shifted on his feet a bit, tips of toes tapped against the ground lightly. "I see. The God of Darkness is indeed a fool. An unsightly one who is nothing more than an overgrown child who boasts about himself when there is nothing to boast about." While it was true the Darkness God had acquired a bunch of wins, Sear couldn't help but think it was rigged in some manner. Or perhaps his followers were the reason. Some of them so blindly and unconditionally followed Antar that it made him physically sick. Pushing those thoughts aside, Sear shook his head and shrugged.

"So you wish to fight? I doubt others have taken to your cause. If you have the desire to protect you at least need a small handful beside you whom agree. One man can only go so far." His tail swayed, the flaming tips crackling.

"Love and war aren't too far apart" Sear commented absentmindedly. He shifted and stepped a few times in place, finding it hard to stay still. "My mother was under the thought of trying to forge a new alliance or two. Yet... Anyone who's heard of her knows she isn't the best negotiator. She has a temper." He snickered a bit at the thought. He loved his mother truly and dearly but could she be frightening. A perfect model of a hellhound. "I will admit I did not shed any blood this time around. But the Cursed are a huge problem. Perhaps you should seek help from others yourself? Form your own little resistance group."

Sear waved a hand idly. "No offense taken. My mother's temper is a fearsome one and I am glad others can see reasoning behind her madness, as one could put it." The hellhound took a moment to step closer to Amor, glancing at his wounds. "You seem concerned about them, are they deep?" It was rare for a Hellhound to show concern but Sear felt a need to make sure this fighter was alright. He earned a bit of respect in his quest to fight against the cursed, something Sear himself very much wished to do. "...I... have been ordered by my mother to guard her shrine. But I could assist you in your plight if you'd like... I am sure others will too."