Moving In
This was to be the beginning of their glory filled reign. He had not yet had his chance to rule. Eos had brought him down from a throne...though one that was more his than hers and though he had grown resentment for her willingness to thrust power from her grasps he had agreed to follow her. And thus he resented her more for his devotion and love to her. Truth be told--he would do near anything for her. His children were slowly growing into powerful young things and he was pleased with each of the development that had been undergone by each of them. Meinx, Sevan, Cynder, and Vyvienne each had their own personality that they were fighting to uphold. Syren just needed to be re=introduced into the crowd.
Syrinx had been careful in his choice and ultimately he was pleased with the new location for the new Amenti. These caves would be marvelous. Protection was a given and he had no qualm with the darkness. After all, they could all walk out of it. Encumbering themselves in shadows, however, was only that much better of an idea. If they were to be attacked, ever, (by some fool given that) they would know the routes and such of the caves. Their chargers would not. A cruel smile darkened his lips--and he could only regard himself as an oddity, for he thought the most devilish of things and yet they were all to help those of which he loved? Was he dark? Jaded? Confused? Was his flip to switch one day and drown him in his inner thoughts and inhibitions.
A long howl rumbled from his lips and echoed around the mountains. Syrinx could feel as though his voice ricocheted back towards him and it was with almost immediate consideration that he threw his head back and let himself drown in what was his. This mountains--this system. It was his. And he would make it theirs and theirs would be a powerful dominion.
The kiss of the caves was enough as it sent back his call. The rough and lovable feeling as he overtook his land was something he would not forget. No one would ever forget the reign of the Arkhos. For he was bringing a newness to Alacritis. Something they had not yet seen. He would need to return to Valhalla and tell Chrysanthe of the things he had done--for that was wisest. Nose wrinkled and the boy shrugged his shoulders as Meinx came and she put herself beside him. Did she know that she had potential here? That her application could ascertain herself a high position in the very world? For his kingdom would be revered--this his children would equally be so. "Are you aware of what is to be accomplished here?" Greatness. That was the simplest answer one could form--but there was so much more that was beneath the surface and casual glance at the life he was going to make. He wanted to know what his own daughter thought and what she so planned to make of this. IF she was going to fail him he would love her--of course...but he would be sure not to tolerate someone that couldn't live up to an expectation he would hold for her. admittedly, as his own, she was a great things--but without perseverance she would not keep up such attributes.