Lady in White
10-03-2013, 12:47 PM
He wasn't sure how he felt about Vi lingering in Tortuga. Based on what she'd told him, she technically had more right than him to be on these lands, but they no longer belonged to her, even if she had been here much longer than he had. They were his home now, his territory, and he was only allowing her to stay as a courtesy. He didn't want to completely kick her out, since she hadn't done much to merit such actions, but in the first instance that she caused a big disturbance, he would send her packing. He was trying to be considerate of her and he hoped that she wouldn't take that for granted. He had arrived just a good time, catching the tail end of the conversation, which meant he now knew the pale one's name; Io. It was a very unique name, certainly one he had never in his life before. It suited her. Albino's didn't seem to be quite common, then again she was the third one he knew of thus far, the other two being Isardis and his half sister Impra. Io would catch his not to pleasant look at the red woman, explaining that she was family. Family. Vi has family? That was a little surprising. She didn't seem to approve much the look that he gave her sister, but she didn't make any kind of remark about it, instead turning her attention to explaining why exactly she was here. Which was curiosity. She wanted to know if he was different. She wanted to know about his Tortuga. I suppose you could say I am different Miss Io, but all really depends on your own perspective. My Tortuga is a peaceful place, a home to all who need one. It is a place where family is important, with respect highly enforced. Everyone here is an equal, no matter what rank they hold. But don't mistake us for pacifists. Fighting will almost always be our last resort, but if push comes to shove, I'm not afraid to shove back hard. The titan would watch from the corner of his eye as Vi disappeared back into the territory, glad that she wouldn't linger to pester. Crown would be raised just a few inches more, chest puffing out ever so slightly as he spoke about his new pack. He was proud of what he was doing and he could only hope to convey that. Talk like this |