my muse for him came back but i wanted to do -something-

chaos is the only ladder

The man had no need for issues. But, when he was tracking the Olympians the scent took him to a certain territory. The Dancefloor of the Gods. He was ready to confront whoever now led the golden creatures who wrongfully led. He or his brother were the rightful leaders. But, he was not there for a fight. He was there for nothing but a conversation. To understand what had been going on. Though, he would never forgive the golden creatures for what they did. For what they did to his family, to his wife. The man was not one to forgive with ease. Bloodshed would be the only thing to put his mind anywhere near ease. The man stood at the borders. His eyes were narrowed and his body was firm. He was a creature of complete excellence, but in those moments he knew he was either doing the right or wrong thing. It could end any way whoever came to the call decided. He was merely there to observe, to way out options. But, with his brother no where to be found, he would not know what to do. He was thinking of the chances of joining a pack, to be a part of something for the upcoming winter. But, he would not act without finding at least some of his children. His children were his life. The man let his head fling up and his call come out of his jowls, beckoning the pack before him.

"speech" ?

She recognizes him from distance. They do not have close relation, for they are cursed, according to legend. Virgil has only once struck against them. Never more than that, and that remains a secret between Romulus and she. Fiery gaze falls upon the beast, his name logged away in her head as an enemy, but cordiality is required nonetheless. ?Cousin Remus,? she greets in a neutral tone. She is ready to reign fire upon his head, to burn him beyond recognition if it would prove worth her efforts. But for now she observes him, judging him. What does he want here? The other side of the family has been much too quiet as of late, much too quiet for her liking. Table by Lu - Image by Poison - Code for Ala Only

hot and miserable

The man was definitely not there for a fight. He was there for a conversation. His sons and daughters were ready for war, for attacks, and killing. He was ready for vengeance but the man was not ready to start a war. He was not stupid like his offspring. They wanted to spring into action and when they did the man would not stand for it. Perhaps he should just run off? Let them bring themselves to their demise. but, as she spoke the man would nod. ?Cousin Remus,? her tone being formal. Therefore he would let forth his own baritone vocals in return. "Virgil, I see that you have prospered since the last time we met. A pack, even." He was firm yet there was a nice attitude there. He was just sizing her up for now. But, obviously nothing would happen on that day.


"speech" ?