Legion of One

"And I have asked none of you to stay," he simply stated as his gaze rolled over those that stared at him as though he were a terrorist, "I have merely taken a land without a ruler," and i have given it one. the serpent king rose--ready to turn and ready to leave as the vehement hiss of a feline fell over his ears. Syrinx--though most would have--did not shudder. Instead a smirk overtook his features and he turned back around to glare at the kitty. "You hold no authority over me silly boy," he purred as though moving him, "And don't make yourself so self-righteous," the timbre of his voice did not stray to anger or annoyance. Instead it was neutral and calm and velvety. "I don't want those that can't swear fealty to me. Have I claimed any of your 'women'? No, I have not--now leave, pussy-bitch," the look that befell him was one of a joker and his grin transpired into something akin to a cheshire smile. The little carmel petite spoke and Syrinx rolled his shoulder, "Did I ever claim you, m'lady? no...I didn't--so pray tell why you've bothered coming here? Unless you're interested I see no reason," she was a delicate blume. Flowery and elegant and toxic. she was likely a catalyst for anarchy. He already enjoyed her. "Go--I hold no reason to hold man or woman against their will. Both are equally capable. And I won't compromise with the unwilling," he was an all or nothing kind of man and would do his best to remain as such. "Those that choose my path--please come," and then he would move--skulking and low. Inviting thse that wished to follow him to the new Amenti. Ah yes, a Location change would be the beginning of their journey--and all would accept it as it were.