[Redbane]

He laughed softly, a wry smile on his fine features, and sighed, "I thought about it... I really did James," the smile hardened into a cold, pained look, "and then I remembered Mill, my former mate, and Draskan, our son. Our dead son. She could've chosen not to tread the path of her fathers, but she so chose," his fists clenched, eyes fixed on some point in the past, "and the blood feud must end..."
James gulped a bit. Jataya was more upset than he'd expected by the suggestion... "With more blood?" He asked. Jataya sighed, a heavy sound.
"Yes. The blood of my father and son, the blood of my soul and the two it chose, one now ripped away. You're all I've got..." his eyes flitted to a dark violet color, "and I hate her," without warning, he punched a wall, looking defeated, "She killed my sister.... just..." anger and greif clouded his eyes, "she has to die James. Or we do,"