
Eyes like black coals against his bright red fur, Kumonryu scanned the area in front of him with distaste. He normally avoided the border if he could help it, but with everyone on edge and some even leaving...
Alright, he'd admit that he wanted to watch them go. Good riddance, they were only staining his lovely pride. Once they squeezed out the rift-raft, the Baharim'toto could flourish the way it should, he thought with a sniff. If they weren't going to fall in line, then they didn't deserve to be here.
Baby steps though. He kept his inner dialogue to himself, because to try and force the issue would only make them push back, and he preferred manipulating others to his whims.
Most had already left, but there were some, he knew, that had mentioned to him that they were leaving soon. He sneered inwardly at the thought, remembering them asking if he wanted to join them. As if! He had politely spun a tale of wanting to "be here to help", but truthfully, they could shove it.
Syrius Lionwing