Let It Reign {Claiming}

*Mithras* · 01-01-2016, 09:02 PM

Mithras spent a long moment lost in his thoughts. The future was an amalgamous mash of uncertainties. Whatever the next day held, who could guess? Hell, in a lot of ways he wasn't really sure what was over the next horizon but that would all come with time. Or at least, so he hoped. It wasn't long before he was dragged back into reality, because his first responder had arrived. She was a steely fae, speckled and with vibrant amethyst eyes. He gave her a wry smile and a nod. She introduced herself as Costa, and his smile widened. "To tell you a secret," he leaned in conspiratorial. "I half wasn't expecting anyone." I mean, it was true after all.

The next attendee was... Well, she was a little less pleased to see him. Gods, of all the timing! He was caught between a gleeful smile and a frown because this wasn't exactly an intimate situation, how on earth was he supposed to explain this to her? "Irie? Oh gods, just..." On the horizon he saw others, making their way towards him. He sighed. "Just give me a chance to explain, and I'll talk to you after. I promise." He gave her a solemn nod, because he wasn't about to let such a close friend walk off hurting. Next came Steel surprisingly enough, followed by Faria and the children. With a beaming smile Mithras would jounce forward, lifting a paw in an attempt to ruffle the fur atop the head of each of his four girls (wholly expecting bitten paws from his two oldest daughters.) Three other unknowns followed after her, one earthen, one dark, and one pale but all looked eager. It struck her late that one female was missing a limb, but Mithras would just smile a bit brighter at her. That seemed like quite the story, and maybe he'd be able to wheedle it out of her.

Now seemed as good a time as any (he certainly didn't want them to get bored) so he drew in a deep breath. "Not gonna lie," he grinned. "I wasn't sure I'd see anyone here, but I'm glad to see there are still some wolves with a spontaneous spirit. A sense of adventure. Curiosity..." He looked skyward, where the sun was hung low over the horizon and bathing everything in a ruby hue. "Packs are always hum-drum, day after day toiling for someone else, and for what? Safety that may or may not be guaranteed? At least in my experience anyways. But at the same time a single wolf can't do much at all. Well, unless they're lucky, anyways." He laughed, recalling the messes his children had already been able to get into. "The point is, we can do better. What about a pack that cares more about progress and free thinking, and all inclusive collaboration bent on making the future something worth living through? Forget the daily grind, I'm thinking massive forums of rogues and packs alike, a tight knit group of mentors, a safe haven for anyone and everyone. Where the only thing that matters is that you can be relied upon to help when its needed, and contribute because you want to. A safe place for the generations to come." His gaze you fall at last on Leto, Iskra, and Artemis... His three girls. The whole reason he was doing this.

He looked back at the group around him. They were a varied bunch. He liked it, and it made him smile a wide cheesy grin. "What I'm asking for is a vote of confidence, I guess. If this sounds like something you might want to be part of, you're welcome here. Hell, if you're not sure, you're welcome to linger and think it over. If you have any questions, I'll answer them. And a few of you might want to beat the crap out of me," he leaned towards Irie and whispered, "Looking at you here, darlin,'" before leaning back out to address the group and shrugged. "I guess that's fine too. Whatever may come." He sat back, proud of himself. Who cared if they all ran off, flipped him one collective bird. That was their prerogative. He had his family, he loved them, and he would make this work one way or another.

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