Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house,


The man would stride into that forsaken, charred land as if he were one of those obsidian rocks himself. A cry would rattle from his wide chest, gruff but clear in that winter air. It's intent bold and unmistakable. His narrow crown tilted skyward as a powerful gait pulled him ever forward. He was unsure with what methods Isardis has taken Tortuga as his own and Deteste did not expect any of it's current members to follow the scarred stranger whom forwarded that claim but the purpose of his visit was to let those without guidance know that they were not forsaken and though an alliance was forged between he and Glaciem that they would have no influence over his realm and that Tortuga would be his own, and his own only. Those who were capable would be welcomed to join him and would be treated no less than they were under Taurig's reign.



Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze,


Crown would lower again, wide jowls closing shut as the both song and distance closed. His dark body would settle upon the hardened ice that lay upon that barren ground, talons breaking the white as his stance relaxed yet the new alpha refused to sit. Mount Volkan was not a permanent home. Tortuga would be moving north once this business was settled. The Red Forest had staked claim to his heart and the mountain was too lifeless for the man's taste. So he would not make any movement to fool it's current inhabitants and he would offer them any bit of respect they would accept. Even if his only gift were to leave them be in the ground they once called home.

The daughter of her father, and ever loyal to his wishes; and yet for as long as the peculiar babe stood upon the grounds of Deteste she would follow his desires and wishes as religiously as she would have her past superiors. Unsure of the morals he held, Satis would adjust her current natures to suit his own, an ever flexible woman willing to yield to the requests of her master no matter how greatly he may vary from Isardis. The duo were opposites, and no less; where coral would gape with sinister plans, cerulean wisdom had taken place, pallid curls replaced by scathed ebony, weathered and worn. She would succumb to his call, golden bands flashing beneath marked bodice as the peculiarity would seek the glimmering crown of her new leader; worn nails clicking over hardened stone, golden gaze so fixated upon his royal existence, appreciating all she would stand to serve for. With a graceful pause she would cease a safe and respectful distance from himself, elbows shifting to lower her chest into submission, muzzle tipped downwards as ears would flatten, coat pulled back against her compact skeleton, ?Satis, my liege,? she presumed he had been expecting her.

The man had grown slightly, and such to his displeasure he was sick of being the follower now. So as it stood he spent some time on the island mourning, telling falk of his fallen mother who had loved him. So when he had been wandering the old grounds for a last time, a pitched call would make the two different colored ears pin point the noise. The scent of someone ever so raising his rage within his throat, but he remained civil. Approaching, there was a woman of the pack who had made his mother meet her demise. And while he knew that not all of them were responsible, he would not be able to stand beside any wolf who had harbored the wolf who killed his mother once upon a time. Weather he was around anymore or not, his heart had hardened slightly, and he had his own reason for doing so. The brown colored male stood tall in front of the two. Setting his beady red eyes to sadly glare at Satis with a slight hint of hatred but not entirely directed at her. "So you are the one who Isardis has put in charge of my old home." He stayed civil, calm, no sense of a snort or hostility in his tone. "I wish I could say I wish you luck. But regardless of your plans I cannot reside within a pack that has been granted their power by a king whose members killed my mother. Let alone, be a subordinate to one of the pack members. While I do know, neither of you were the one's who killed my mother, but I respectfully do not wish to have anything to do with Glaciem until perhaps a later date when I can subside my hatred. I hope your empire doesn't bother me or my family any further. If I find my family in the other packs have been touched I won't be so civil." Hajime dipped his head. They probably had no clue what he was talking about but that was how it was. So as he respectfully bowed to the two, Hajime left to go off on his own. Speech,

So it was just as he had heard. Byakuro came in shortly after his pack mate Hajime, hearing the words spoken from the young male. Gazing up to the pair ahead of them, Byakuro stood a good distance away. Tortuga was no longer his home, these strangers could never amount to the leadership and grace that Taurig had been here. Sapphire eyes alighted upon the pair, recognizing the prey printed animal. The woman was from the pack that were enemies with them, and simply with that he knew that he would not be following. And just as Hajime had responded, he too stood near his sorrowed friend and gave his answer. "I too will not be staying here. I cannot and will not follow a leader who has allied himself with the enemy. Your father has brought nothing but damage and destruction to our family pack, and there is no undoing what has been done." turning his attention to the ebony male, he gave his words to him as well. "Good luck in your reign. Though none will surpass Taurig and the trials he's been through. Our family is bonded tightly, and nothing will break it." With that, Byakuro would step back, no hostility or any sort of enraged emotion in his eyes. Instead, Sapphires were clear, void of emotions. Hiding all else in his mind. Speech,