BrokenOverture's Clan

"It was never meant to be this way... Never!"

Pitch hissed as he felt his own blood seep into his mouth, claws digging themselves deep into the wet earth. He tried his best to catch his breath as the shadowy figure loomed over him with such an intimidating air about it... He almost flinched.

Yet even then Pitch would never flinch nor bow.

Not even before the Shadowbinder them self.

"You may be my flight's Lord but hear me... I only serve under you... To satisfy my needs. I will have my Clan thrive and survive... And perhaps one day..."

He flexed his wings despite the stinging sensation running through his battle roughened body.

"We can run you off your throne!"


~And thus Clan Minuet was formed and began to thrive~