We'll ride the rails with our pistols drawn [Claiming]

*Brutus* · (This post was last modified: 09-17-2016, 03:46 AM by Brutus.)

Watchful, oceanic gaze steadied stoic on the waters just a few feet below them, set deep in the darkened vision of the earthen colossus while he watched the light play on the scales of the larger minnows that approached the pillars for legs that invaded their river bed home. He'd been hoping for something substantially larger, though lingering in the shallower edges of the Rio Grande, finding nothing but a nursery for the larger fish of the Grande should have came as no surprise.. though, one could always be hopeful for active breeding grounds. Fruitless in his efforts, he was slowly making his way out of the running waters of the river when an unfamiliar voice rang loud and clear, forcing him to pause and listen to the details that it carried with unwavering ears.

The sound of an aspiring King's self-served ceremony trumpets had spread as far as the Rio Grande ran across the South, it was undoubtedly heard by the loitering giant which only left him to assume that others had heard it as well. This must have been the aspiring ruler that Armai had informed him about, the entire reasoning for his rushed visit to the South in the first place... well, one of them. Truth be told, there were not many that the seasoned traveller had ever considered worthy of his friendship but Armai had quickly piqued the nomad's interest with her integrity despite her disability. During their travels back to the South, it'd become apparent to him that she'd been getting around just fine long before their encounter and she'd likely be doing the same for years to come. It was inspiring, really.

He wasn't sure how far away they'd become when he'd ventured off in the morning to explore a bit of the South on his own, but he was sure that they'd be able to meet back up during the call of her to-be King. Quickly, the tall brute wandered down the bank of the river until he could see the gathering that had answered the call before him. Of course, the amount of women surrounding the man did not go unnoticed; Brutus found himself being more courteous of his posture as he waltzed in with respectable body language, a greeting nod issued to each wolf that chose to make eye contact with the stranger. What he found more interesting than the amount of women was something he noticed, like Fiamette had: the lackluster appearance of the claiming alpha. In both height and coloration, he appeared no different than the average wolf.. one you might find in the bulk of a pack though here he was with a quickly growing crowd of followers. This impression was actually one that pleased Brutus, a small turn of his lips signalling his pleasant thoughts as he watched Xeph and patiently waited for the speech that was inevitably to come. He liked seeing personality shine through above appearances, to see an intellectual brain at the head of a pack that was capable of making well thought-out decisions. Did Xephyris hold the erudition that Brutus expected? He was curious to find out.

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