Rachen smiled slowly with a moment of nervousness in his eye before he corrected himself. He knew he could not show flaw in his presentation to his other, the priestess; the bloodmancer as she had been known long ago in the wars Raschen witnessed as a cub. He took a breath and slowly removed the fang from his satchel. and approached the altar. He did not embrace his mother as a child might wish to do. She would not approve of such open spectacles of affection. Instead he knelt before her place at the altar and held the fang up with open palms. He felt her delicate hands take the offering, standing slowly and raising his poisonous eyes to the swirling pools of crimson she possessed.<br/><br/>"I present a fang from the mandible of their leader, priestess..." He spoke formally. "I have offered one to the Warren chiefs as a seal of treaty and proof of our trials in the southern Hume ruins that they had made their fortress. " His eyes did not leave hers and he did not alter his stance. He stood stalwart when he spoke with her as a warrior and not as her son. This was how he was meant to act when they were not speaking i private. He could feel her eyes wandering the scars that covered his flesh; the trails of glowing emerald that stretched across his body. She sucked in a breath and in a winging motion of her arm, the altar was vacated and they were let alone.<br/><br/>He trembled when her thin hand left the fang upon the altar and wandered to his scars.<br/><br/>"They are the goddess' reminder of my hubris, mother.." he spoke softly. "I expelled my magicks for so long and through such great intensity that the Hume ruins stand no longer...they are naught but a smoldering chasm....but i knew it was what i had to do to ensure my victory over the Cotl emperor.." he whispered, shivering as she traced the scars with a clawtip. "The goddess healed me...but was sure I had ever lasting memory of my foolishness even if that foolishness brought me victory...."<br/><br/>Ever more that he wished to speak with his mother of was swirling in his mind. He wanted to tell his dangerously gifted mother of he and Taryn; of their little ones approaching their entry into the world but he knew formality and pleasantries had to come first. He had to find opportunity to speak on his sins with her.