Round Two

She still remembered the last time she had seen her brothers children all gathered. Vixe carried so much rage towards his mother where Maia carried so much rage towards her father. Rune had been the middle child, she didn't know if he was actually born the middle child but he was the perfect balance of his parents. He had been the calmest of the bunch, not screaming or shouting or talking over her. She could appreciate someone who didn't talk over her. Now she wasn't exactly about to drop everything and worship him in the same way she had worshiped Morphine but she felt a particular pull towards him. The same one she had felt towards Nnoitra. Nothing sexual, that would just be weird, but a kind of companionship. She enjoyed his company when she had it and she felt like he might be a great leader some day. Whether he had any ambitions to lead she didn't know but she would steer him in that direction if she had to... She wanted him to lead...

His greeting was easy, a smile and a slight wave of his tail at his heels to accompany his words. Her smile lost a bit of its slyness as she noticed that he was truly please that she was here, sweetening slightly and her eyes loosing a bit of their hardness. She noticed his hidden smile as she mentioned no scars and she couldn't help but let the threat slide away, a chuckle bubbling up her own throat. He was young but he was bright, she liked him. He seemed eager to learn as well, willing to agree to her terms no matter how simple they were just for a chance to be taught. Now she wasn't much of a fighter herself, more of the sneak up behind you and stab you in the back type then an open sparring type. But she had sparred with her brother for years, helping him home his skills and in the process learning a few tricks of the trade along the way.

So they were talking now hmm? His interest was perked but her smile fell away as she settled into her more serious tone, taking a moment to sit. She folded her haunches beneath herself and pulled her forepaws close to her and then flipping her tail over them. Winter was close and with it came her nephew's and niece's 2nd birthdays. "I haven't seen you around since Morphine left. The former leader of Amenti, a huge black female, came and claimed the mountain. But she left too. There's a new leader. A former Glaciem heir I've heard through the grape vine. He seems to have similar morals as Desdemona and I must say I'm not too impressed..." She wasn't sure if she was unimpressed with him in general or his morals or the fact that she couldn't find a place in this new pack of his.

"What are your plans nephew? Because I'm sick of outsiders having a hold on my pack. I'm not a leader... I won't say that I don't enjoy commanding others but I enjoy following as well. But I want to see a Tortugan in charge." She paused and let those words sink in, eyes unwavering as she studied her nephew. She would see what he had to say to that and then go from there. She was frustrated with Morphine and Nnoitra was gone. If Rune was willing to step up she was willing to do whatever she could to put him in the throne. Whether that meant training tirelessly with him or killing the new king she didn't care. She needed something to believe in, needed someone to follow and if she had to pick and place her leader she was fine with that.