PLAYING DRUMS WITH A BLEACHED BONE

It had been long since Medusa's call had vanished in the wind. The spring winds were mild but the weight of Deteste's lateness forced him to keep a rushed gait. He hadn't known when the woman was planning on calling the meeting and she had called it at a rather inopportune moment for Deteste. Medusa wasn't the best communicator and it caused their working relationship to be strained. He liked the woman but he was not sure she respected him. He understood that she might feel some resentment to her presence but he had volunteered to move to her lands. Not to babysit but to help settle the dust that had been raised. She would learn the value of Deteste's leadership. She could not seduce a kingdom.



He had been an extrememly busy man since his promotion to Sol. Though he was moving to Amenti with Medusa he continued to tend to Ludicael duties as best he could. He was unsure where Laxago would choose to be her home but he planned on spending his spare time in the mangroves. The red forest had it's own charms. He would live in it for now. But it would never live in him. Crossing into the territory lines the redwoods towered above him. Their sky-ward canopy shed an ever present shadow on the ground below and in this shade Deteste slackened his pace as not to appear in any bit off guard. Shaking his pelt to flatten any windblown hairs. As he approached his name was called and his ears tugged slightly forward as it was spoken. "And this is he." he spoke loudly, making himself visible to any who were present, pressing through the crowd to take a position beside Medusa. He bowed his head before muttering a collective "Hello." to those who were present.


He took pause to offer a toothsome smile to the Madame and then contented himself with observing the crowd that had formed before him. He pondered whether or not anyone would recognize him. Sol of Ludicael. Master of Amenti. He was unsure how he stood in Ludicael now that he was here but he expected that upon his return his title would be the same and that his presence in the mangroves would be respected. As Medusa's speech closed an an inquiry was made Deteste cleared his throat and spoke. "It should also be known that Valhalla members are not to be harmed in any way. We are currently in negotiation of an alliance with their leaders. " "Upon ending his sentence his glance shifted attentively to the Madame who he expected to answer the white pelted woman who had posted inquiry.
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