AFTERMATH

Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house,


The man would stride into that forsaken, charred land as if he were one of those obsidian rocks himself. A cry would rattle from his wide chest, gruff but clear in that winter air. It's intent bold and unmistakable. His narrow crown tilted skyward as a powerful gait pulled him ever forward. He was unsure with what methods Isardis has taken Tortuga as his own and Deteste did not expect any of it's current members to follow the scarred stranger whom forwarded that claim but the purpose of his visit was to let those without guidance know that they were not forsaken and though an alliance was forged between he and Glaciem that they would have no influence over his realm and that Tortuga would be his own, and his own only. Those who were capable would be welcomed to join him and would be treated no less than they were under Taurig's reign.



Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze,


Crown would lower again, wide jowls closing shut as the both song and distance closed. His dark body would settle upon the hardened ice that lay upon that barren ground, talons breaking the white as his stance relaxed yet the new alpha refused to sit. Mount Volkan was not a permanent home. Tortuga would be moving north once this business was settled. The Red Forest had staked claim to his heart and the mountain was too lifeless for the man's taste. So he would not make any movement to fool it's current inhabitants and he would offer them any bit of respect they would accept. Even if his only gift were to leave them be in the ground they once called home.