ooc - set after joining, for Leera

Choosing to join the ranks and follow under a man that wasn't a Klein was an on going struggle for Carthage as he tried to settle in this new pack. Hannibal seemed confident, however Carthage was still unsure. He wandered the grounds aimlessly, soon coming across an area with large, pillar like structures rising from the ground like overgrown weeds. His brows furrowed in mild confusion, but he continued on to the center of the ring, wonder what these were or are used for. He'd never seen something so... extra. Did Erovrare use these in some sort of ritual or rite of passage? He couldn't be sure by just looking at them, so he'd definitely have to ask Hannibal. Maybe something sketchy was going on behind all of their backs. Carthage was skeptical of this new pack, and everything they did was subject to Carthage's opinion, wanted or not.

Carthage had joined Erovrare only a few days ago, however he failed to really meet anyone besides Tyranis. Most of the pack seemed somewhat reclusive, or at least to him, so he wasn't really surprised he hadn't seen many around. Maybe wandering and waiting somewhere in the packlands would bring somebody out, but he couldn't help but wish for Hannibal. This pack needed more wolves he could trust, more Kleins.


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She hasn't meant to come across anyone else. In fact, all that crawl Erövrare can hide away in all the dark little places and she'd be content -- all that matters now is that she is Sister of Erövrare and in her womb she carries the blood of the High Lord himself. Pregnancy has been easy. Simple. The embryos that squirmed deep in her gut are from from the first, and after three litters, pregnancy has become the standard. She feels her body, knows her body... the sickness is nothing to her, for there are children inside her, tiny princes or princessses, and not even biology could pale her anticipation. Leera slips between the snowy-white trees laden with vines, watching the larger male before she shows herself. He's handsome enough, she decides silently, with sparkling blue eyes and a becoming hue. She steps out before him, tail raised in dominance but a rather expressionless face. This is the first pack member she's come across, besdies Hannibal and the father of her children. "I don't believe we've met just yet," she crones gently, pink eyes set on him with expectation. speech action

His studying of the shrines hardly lasted long, though he couldn't complain. Barely understanding their purpose anyway, he was happy to put it at the back of his mind and focus on the woman approaching him, winding through the trees as if she'd been born and raised on these lands. He couldn't help but watch her move, focusing on her body and hardly her face. Once she'd finally gotten close enough to speak, Carnage could manage pulling his calculating eyes off of her body and to her equally alluring face. He smirked at her as she spoke, reclining onto his haunches as she finished speaking.

"I don't think so - I'm new around here," Words fell from his lips like honey, doing his best to tempt the temptress. Unaware of her relation to Tyranis, he couldn't help but pick up a bit of his scent on her, but he hardly thought of it. He was their King, after all. It probably even lingered on his coat from his joining just days ago. "I'm sure you're familiar with Hannibal. I'm his brother," he finished, assuming she'd be able to make the connection.


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Leera pauses somewhere near enough to him to show she does not fear his unfamiliarity. Her nostrils pump gently as she drinks in his scent, noting it and storing it in her memory banks. It's always a good idea to keep tabs on who comes and goes in regards to territory lands. She listens to his words, brown ears tilted gently to receive them. Her chin dips in a nod -- he's new, it seems, similarly to her. And the more she watches him, the more his features and scent become almost like an echo of someone she's known before, and only when he mentions his brother Hannibal does she make the connection. "Hannibal, yes. We've met briefly," she answers, tail curling with thought. But she's more interested in the man before her, and she watches him with a sharp focus in her alluring pink eyes. "New, hm? What brings you to Erövrare? Following your brother's path?" speech action

Her eyes were on him like a hawk, focusing and calculating as she answered his mention of Hannibal. Having met him briefly, he was not surprised she could remember him off of one meeting alone - Hannibal was certainly different, and not just in looks. Although he mimicked his brother in appearance, settling with far more black and less pink skin, most seemed to remember Hannibal. Whether they'd recognize him based on name alone didn't matter much to him - he hardly remembered anyone's name after learning it, why should he expect it from others? While his brother probably made a more amiable impression on others, wooing them with his seductive words. Carthage, at best, wooed others with his rugged appearance and sultry smile , but more often it was his reputation, his military experience that others knew him for.

He hadn't earned the name 'Carnage' for nothing, although he seldom uses it himself.

"The Klein blood runs thick and strong; Klein's stick together. The Empire will rebuild itself, and I will be around for it's rise." His response was very structured, as if rehearsed his entire life. He wasn't sure if Hannibal had many plans for raising the Empire, but soon the Kleins would fill these lands and make it their new home and eventually it would happen, even if Carthage had to do it himself.


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Klein blood. An eyebrow flicks up a degree; oh how she loves hearing about blood. Blood is everything to her, after all, it is not be wrong to say that Vindictus blood has ascending powers. It has throned her time and time again. "I'm glad blood means something to you. It's getting rather difficult, I'm afraid, to find wolves who still value tradition," Leera says after a moment of watching him, head cocked slightly. Although her words are complimentary, her expression is unreadable. Blank. She's more interested in this so-called "empire" he speaks of. Rebuilding? A heat prickles along her spine but she conceals her envy, instead smoothing her face into a soft smile. If any empire is going to rise, it is going to be hers. "An empire. Hm. That's rather ambitious of you. I assume the rise will be rather impossible, darling, with your brother kissing the feet of the High Lord." speech action

The expressionless face the woman wore hardly bothered him, however, he noticed it and took note in case it would be of use later. Apparently, blood meant something to her and where she came from seemed to have similar feelings towards family. Carthage held the Klein Empire close, however, as of late, he’d been losing faith in Hannibal. Unless he had other plans and was doing a damn good job at keeping it a secret, Carthage believed him to be growing weak. Regardless of the reason everyone was forced to leave their home, he didn’t believe in following under an unknown wolf. He joined anyway, choosing to trust Hannibal’s decision rather than question it. It appeared Leera could read his mind, questioning him on his mention of an Empire. He had mentioned nothing about Hannibal starting it, just that he himself would be around for it rise. Although he assumed Hannibal would rebuild the Empire here, perhaps it would fall on Carthage’s shoulders. He wasn’t sure he could manage leading an entire Empire, but if Hannibal wouldn’t do it, someone would. Jekyll was also an option for leading the Klein’s former home, but regardless, he was adamant to fall in the ranks of the Empire again before kissing the toes of some other man. “I’ve yet to talk to him about such things, however, although he is essential to the Klein family, I think we’d be more than fine without him should this little crush move on into a full-blown loyalty.” His eyes narrowed at the woman, testing her to tattle. He couldn't care less if Tyranis threw him out for mutiny, he was only here for Hannibal, anyway. If Hannibal truly knelt for this man, Carthage would be surprised, however, it wouldn’t have been the first time his siblings had surprised him. He wondered what their family would think; Hannibal kissing the toes of someone who isn’t Klein blood, someone who he’d just met. Carthage spent plenty of time in the company of others, but never would he bow before them and allow them to lead his life. Hell, he hardly allowed it in the Empire, but there was absolutely no way he’d let some impure... stranger control him like a little puppet.  ""

This man, Leera decides, is very interesting indeed. With his own thirst for power and his value of blood and tradition, he reminds her vaguely of a ghost of herself. Perhaps he is more outwright in his ways, more open with his speech and ideas -- Leera has a knack for secretism -- but even still, in some ways they are the same. Her eyes flash with silent interest as she watches him speak of his brother. The only thing that makes Hannibal rather boring is his loyalty to Tyranis. Leera sees the potential in the patchwork male, the dual-eyed warrior, and now with these mentionings of an empire she sees how the pieces could fall into place. How it could work. "You will need Hannibal," she says bluntly, watching Carthage. And it's true, if Carthage hasn't lied about his loyalty to blood then Hannibal is an essential piece. "Don't try to build alone. Take him from Tyranis, point him in the right direction. For he is your brother, no? Whom would be better at appealing to his smarter nature than blood itself?" speech action

The woman was blunt with her words, simply telling him what he wasn't sure he wanted to hear. He needed Hannibal? He didn't need anyone, but that was just his ego talking. Maybe he did need Hannibal, but he was set on doing it himself if he had to. She was quick to pick up where she had left off, telling him to take Hannibal from Tyranis. Did she have something against the alpha? It made him skeptical of both her and him, as he didn't know where he could put his trust just yet. He didn't even trust Hannibal at this moment, so all in all he was already on edge. "Do you have something against Tyranis?" He questioned with a slight tilt of his head, searching her face for any immediate reaction she'd try to hide. "Blood can be as worthless as those that aren't blood, should they waste their potential on lesser things." Carthage raised his head, tucking in his chin slightly. He wasn't so sure about her. Was she not also a member of Erovrare? Why was she trying to turn him and his brother against Tyranis, or seemingly trying to anyway? He wondered if she had ulterior motives herself, but kept quiet about it, waiting for her answers and searching her face for any hidden meanings. ""