P art of the tasks a new pack had to check off their to-do list was meeting their peers across Boreas and Auster. Since Mirovis was the newest pack in the lands and now that they had enough stability that the Blodreina and Haihefa could be away for a short period of time, Requiem had deemed now the best time to start branching out and getting to know some of the other packs and alphas they would be contending with. Lurid had no intentions to keep Mirovis isolated from the rest of the world, so knowing that interaction was an inevitability, Req had decided to make the first moves themselves. Perhaps their initiative would show the ambition of the fledgling empire rising from its ashes to their fellow leaders.

T he closest pack to Mirovis was the Armada, a renowned warfighting pack led by one Sirius Fatalis. Requiem’s initial recon and intel collecting had turned up a number of stories and rumors of the Fatalis patriarch, and he was eager to meet this alpha in the flesh to see if the stories held any water to them. If they did, Mirovis would want to stay in good favor with their neighbors to prevent any undesired violence between their packs. Requiem led the way across the single territory expanse that separated Mirovis from the Armada, stopping just shy of the borders to inspect the land with Lurid. Sharp silver eyes scanned over the vast woods with trees that towered like skyscrapers above their heads. After exchanging a brief glance with Lurid, he gestured with a paw for her to take the lead and issue the call for the infamous Warlord. "Care to do the honors, my love?"


"Requiem" | "Latin"

You should see me in a crown;
Watch me make 'em bow, one by one!

Lurid walked along with Requiem, admiring the way his muscles rippled with each step he took. She would have to remember to make him a crown of some sort. Storing that thought for later, Lurid focused on the task at hand. This Armada was an important pack to meet, already they had sent a diplomat in the form of a dark red female, so it was important they come to show themselves to the Warlord. As long as she had been living here she had heard of the Armada and the Fatalis family and had even run into one of them - though the encounter was short-lived. Still, they were her closest neighbors and needed to be on good terms.

Lurid stood beside Requiem, brushing her pelt against his. He gestured for her to take the lead, and she didn't hesitate to call forth the Warlord. "And now we wait." She said to her Haihefa, sitting down to wait until the alpha of the Armada to show up. Looking around, Lurid wondered at the size of the trees, she had never been here before, but now she wished she had been. It was beautiful here. Was the pack here indifferent to the old-growth trees? Holographic lavender eyes fell on Requiem once again, "It is pretty here, don't you think?" A small grin crossed her features, to the red devil beside her it would mean something dark, but to anyone else, it would seem like an innocent expression.

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"Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'

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