Home sweet home. Turning on his heels, the brute spun to face those who had followed him. Acceptance was theirs, but ranks were another matter entirely. There was no way he'd hand someone a title without proving they were capable of holding it. Imperium would be built on proven competence, not words. "The ranks are as follows: as the alpha, my title is Imperator. My second in command is the Consul; the lead warrior, healer and hunter are the Praetor, Palatine, Praedator respectively. Beneath them are the main body of the pack. Warriors are either Bellator or Bellatrix, Healers are Medices and hunters are either Venator or Venatrix. Other positions can be handed out for those who desire more...specialized ranks." He wasn't going to advertise his need for spies, poisoners or the like. Positions like that weren't meant for every Tom, Dick and Harry. He smirked, meeting the eyes of those around him. "Let's get started, shall we? Tell me what you want to be." And be ready to put your money where your mouth is. OOC: Others not present in the claiming thread are more than welcome to join in this one. This is the only thread where crossing into Imperium unannounced is acceptable. Private threads are welcome too. The first round ends Nov. 2nd. "Talk" "You" Think

Darling dear would stalk the massive male, a strange look adorning her features. She looked oddly hard, impassive and? Off. There was something off about her. Hackles were raised, tail puffed out like a cat despite the fact that her head and tail hung in line with her spine and she darted too and fro from through the trees. She had followed in complete silence, at times traveling beside Nova and other times she would move through the rest of the wolves and regard them coldly. Soon enough they would stop and her head would lower, beady red eyes staring up at the massive slate blue male from beneath the mop of neon green hair. She was silent, finding her place beside Novaro before muscles would tense and lock her in place, completely immobile. He would speak, outlining his need for certain ranks within the pack. Then. Specialized ranks. Neck muscles would loosen enough for her to lift her head and meet the big males gaze from a short distance. A slow smile would slither across her lips as red eyes glittered. She would most defiantly have to speak with him later about these ranks. What delicious ideas did he have cooking up in that skull of his? For now she would remain silent, wishing to speak with him privately about these specialty ranks.



"Talk here."

Almost silent was the travel to there new home. Though, Nova really didn't mind all that much. He often liked the occasional days of just being silent, it was peaceful. Though, having days like that every single day would no doubt be boring, which is why he always thought himself lucky that Dione would be around to amuse him when he needed it most. The travel was rather long, and once they finally arrived to there new territory he would let a satisfied sigh pass his lips. What now? Could they go of to do there own thing? Though, before he could think on Valentine would begin talking about ranks. He had none that he was particularly interested in particular, though Novaro thought himself more useful in fighting than anything else. " Im happy with being a warrior to Imperium, and if you need anyone to lead them im more then happy to if no one holds the rank at the time." He cared little if the brute declined it, he was more then happy to just stick with warrior for the time being.

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Levaithi had been careful with his steps, he was following someone new he was around people who thought like him. It was an odd feeling compared to the one he had felt in Abaven, where he felt unwanted, and out of place. He stepped with the other two oddly colored wolves, his icy eyes raising a brow for a moment. He hadn't seen any wolf with a coloring like that, like acid ran in her veins or something. The other looked like a giant icicle. Yet his attention then turned towards his new leader. Valentine. "I wish to train to be a warrior." He would say out crisply. He would not be afraid to admit he was inexperienced. No one had trained him, or shown him how to fight back at his home. While they spent more attention to his other siblings so keen on becoming royals he sat back trying to figure out what was so wrong with him. Now, he knew that he was a monster, but he didn't care for once. He didn't care what his old family thought of him either. "Speech"

OOC: Dropping this in early because everyone is here xD In one languid motion, the giant brute reclined upon his haunches. The two males answered him, giving him an idea of what they wanted. Valentine studied the pair for a heartbeat, his gaze calculating as he decided on a course of action. There was a way to test them both, but it wasn't very fair to the boy. However, it would give the titan an idea of where to begin training his new apprentice. It would also help him place the blue brute in his appropriate rank class. "You both may get your wish, but first, if you will, a spar to give me an idea of your capabilities." He focused on Levaithi. "I recognize that you will likely be outmatched in this, but nevertheless, give your best. It will help be determine where we will start training." If he thought the boy had potential, Valentine would train him himself. From them his gaze flicked to the she wolf who had not answered him. The brutes were momentarily forgotten; they were expected to snap to it and get their fight on. He quirked a brow at her, his tone pointed as he asked, "And what about you?" She needed to speak up, he wouldn't ask again. "Talk" "You" Think

Nova would speak up, as well as another male Dione did not know and honestly, probably would never care to know would speak as well. Red eyes would follow them as they spoke, filing away their desired ranks into her mind. Then Valentine would speak again, would give them their desired ranks and Dione would grin, looking back at Nova and giggle slightly. She would listen as the newly appointed King as he outlined what they would have to do to gain their duties. Before turning his attention to her. Her sharp gaze would turn towards him and she would smile a serpents smile, busy tail flittering behind her as she considered her words. "I would like to speak with you privately if possibly good king. In regard to my rank. Should you require a test of my skills though I would be happy to give you a demonstration??" A giggle would bubble up her throat, massive ears flipping forward and eyes glittering. She didn't want to speak of her desired ranks here. She was comfortable before her dear Mr.Red but who knew about this other male. She didn't want to have to kill him on their first meeting...

TALK HERE

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He would wait for the gathering to show, but only one other would turn up. Though, that shouldn't really be a surprise as the pack had just been created. Which was probably better anyway, as now the speech would come quickly. He would be awarded a rank for warrior, and to prove it he needed to spar with a boy. His fiery gaze would hungrily look over him, so young, though Novaro had only just turned two. He hoped that this pack would be worth it, especially seeing how quickly kingdoms seemed to fall nowadays. His ears would perk, listening to Dione, what special rank did she want? He could only guess it'd be something which involves either spying or tearing of wolves limbs. He would let a shrug pass his broad shoulders, feeling no other reason to stay. He would briefly nudge the green nymph before departing, hoping the boy would follow after him to get this spar over as soon as they possibly could.

-Novaro exits-

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Cascade flitted along behind the group as the tall blue-black male led his little band to a new land. She lagged behind, apart from the group rather than a part of it, waltzing along and just watching them with interest. She was in no hurry, and by the time she sashayed in behind them wolves were already tumbling about in spars to - she assumed - gain some sort of rank in the fledgling pack. Eyeing the fighters with faint interest she pranced up to her subject. "Hey there handsome. I see you managed to ditch your mum's packmates." Her mismatched eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced around. Not bad for a start, not bad at all. How far would the big guy manage to go with all this? She was itching to find out. Maybe she might stay here after all, keep a closer watch on his progress, give him a nudge here and there... ah but there was her short little green-eyed boy too, starting his own pack at the same time... decisions decisions!