The Meeting of the Murder Bunch

Albion was sleeping, he was most active during the night time hours as many of the Klein heritage were. His massive form was sprawled over his mother’s beds, Siren curled up taking a nap on one corner and he took up most of the rest of the space. Despite his age he was a massive pup with long slender limbs and a much heavier body than looks would reveal. With those stick-like legs he stretched from forever to corner. The day was warm, not that it mattered during the rainy season, but being active at night shielded him completely from any heat of the day.

As it was, the sun was out today and streaming easily through the old glass windows, spilling into the room but sparing the bed. The boy didn’t usually crawl out of bed until the sun was at least into the evening, but he was in a light state of sleep so the commotion so close to their room roused him.

White blue eyes blinked open sleepily as his ears swiveled curiously, catching his sister’s voice. The scent of stranger wafted towards him and Albion couldn’t help but slip off the bed. He shook his pelt and peeked around the corner to find Scylla holding up a pup much larger and older than she was. Cat like paws carried him all the way out of the room, pale blue eyes taking in every detail of the scene before him. From the shine of Scylla’s knife, over the boy she defied, and towards the girl who was outside behind him.

Albion wasn’t in the least worried about his tiny sister as she squared up with the strange boy, but he did hold his own concerns about an invasion. No doubt their father would have kept a couple of pups out, so why were they here? Silently Albi watched, curious how the scenario would turn out.


"Albion Klein"