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Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
WordySilver Medal 2020Critical Hit!Critical Fail!Trick 2019Promptober 2019
08-22-2019, 10:33 PM


Hannibal confirmed the idea of splitting the pack, and Sirius nodded his head in silent support to the man. His relationship to the man was still rocky, he blamed Hannibal in part for what had happened between him and Deathbelle, but he couldn’t blame him when the result of that had been Zee. So long as he offered no danger to Deathbelle, Sirius was willing to give the man a chance, and some silent support.

Pandora, on the other hand… he hadn’t spoken to her since his rank change, and other then catching some sour glances here and then, did not know the inner workings of her mind. Sirius’s lips pulled back in a silent snarl at the insult to Deathbelle, who had built this empire from the ground up. She had worked hard and clever to ensure the rise of their people, and her achievements were not made simply because it was supposed to be handed to her. No, she had seen something, and worked towards it. No insult to Hannibal, who had, in the absence of being handed his throne, tried for it himself. He felt the old ways, of Hannibal being heir, had dyed with the old Kingdom. Here, it was strength first, and Deathbelle had seized her throne. Pandora was a fool to hold on to this.

He watched her carefully, knowing he would remember her words. He would only need a reason, any reason, to act against her. He gave her a toothy smile, a silent threat, as he loomed beside Deathbelle.

He barely contained his eye roll at Archon’s words, who was yet to receive Sirius’s respect. At least he was defending Deathbelle, he got a few metaphorical cookies for that.

Deathbelle herself would say her peace, giving him no recourse to go after Pandora, at least not yet. The Empress was quick to put Pandora in her place, but Sirius would help to ensure she stayed there. She bid silence to Archon as well, and still Sirius refrained from reacting. He would not offer insult to Deathbelle’s choice of mate, if only because he trusted her judgement. Hannibal wasn’t far behind in responding, thanking Archon with great sarcasm. Sirius silently agreed with the pale king-to-be. Sirius stiffled the urge to rock his weight from foot to foot, keeping instead still and silent as he watched the reactions of those that attended, looking for unrest or signs of agreement on anyone other than Pandora. He wanted to know who he might silently consider enemies of Deathbelle, who, in her own family, he may need to protect her from. At the end, that was his concern here, and he would do much to ensure her safety and wellbeing.

Pandora spoke again, and he knew it wasn’t going to go well. She seemed strongly intent at making this meeting a mud-slinging mess of insults. She didn’t want to just sit there quietly and let hannibal and Deathbelle make a consecutive, informed decision based on what the pack want. No, she just wanted to shout insults, call Deathbelle a whore and Archon.. He didn’t even know or care what. Didn’t she realise she was damaging the very meeting where Hannibal was likely to split off and form a pack in Ashne’s name? She was a fool.

“Enough. This is a civilised meeting, and you will hold your tongue if all you can utter are curs. You are a Klein, and therefore privy to this meeting, but you are also a fool, who wishes to cause unrest between our leaders. No.” he had never spoken so to a Klein, but Pandora had pushed the limit. She wanted to hate Deathbelle, to make an enemy of her? That she would have to face the consequences of her actions. He took a step forward, brushing up past Deathbelle as he did so. His Mistress would understand, would know the turning point. Stop him, or unleash him?

Sirius Vs Pandora for Dominance,
Round 0/? Conditioned on Deathbelles reaction.


"Speech"