One set, followed by the second set of eyes blinked, though never were both pair ever shut at the same time. The benefits to having four eyes truly came into play when one tried to rest or relax in a society where everyone was after your throat. At the moment he had his spear in hand, the black blood from the fools who had thought to slay him in his sleep still coated the bladed head and part of the shaft though no move has been made to clean it. It would stain the weapon much like the blood of the rest had before them. A mark to his strength, power and dominance over the rest of the Tutar, in a way it would be their one and final honor to grace the weapon of such a prominent male as Grishnakh.<br/><br/>“They killed some of my favorite females,” he grunted to the sniffling bitch of a male that cowered on its knees at his feet.<br/><br/>“But they died in the only honorable way a female could, for her male breeder,” the worthless creature responded to him.<br/><br/>“True,” Grish grunted. The thing that thought to speak to him at all was one of the males that had thought to try and better his own position by attacking Grish. There was a measure of true pleasure when he castrated the bold piss-ant. For it had been one of his “trusted” commanders in the raid parties, but as was common in this culture everyone wanted more out of their lives and a better chance at breeding. Unfortunately or fortunately, one would have to think about just what was different between the two situations to truly make a call, Grish kept him as a sort of pet. He enjoyed humiliating it and forcing it to do whatever he thought fun at the time. Inflicting pain on it was his favorite past time and the evidence was clear as day written on its body in the form of various scars and marks. “Fetch my eldest spawn Varduk, I want his females brought before me. I want to replace the ones that I lost,” a dismissive wave of his spear given and the sniveling creature at his feet scurried away to do as bidden.<br/><br/>Time marched on, one pair of black eyes closed while the other remained open though Grish had begun to breathe deep and rhythmic as if slumber had come to him. Even with this being the case, when his pet returned the opened set of eyes narrowed and the second set snapped open.<br/><br/>“I do not like to wait!” he roared before the pet could even get a word out. “Where are the females?! Where is my eldest spawn?!” his fist slammed down on the bone and stone throne chair, a crack appeared in its surface as the pet covered before its master.<br/><br/>“I…I…don’t know….Master. We can’t find him or his squad anywhere…”<br/><br/>“Find him! Bring him to me!! Now!!” he roared and jumped from his seat down before the pet which was rewarded with a swift kick to the gut for its trouble. Though the rampage did not end there, not for the chieftain who roared and raged at the continued offenses to his dominance and control.