Moving In

This was to be the beginning of their glory filled reign. He had not yet had his chance to rule. Eos had brought him down from a throne...though one that was more his than hers and though he had grown resentment for her willingness to thrust power from her grasps he had agreed to follow her. And thus he resented her more for his devotion and love to her. Truth be told--he would do near anything for her. His children were slowly growing into powerful young things and he was pleased with each of the development that had been undergone by each of them. Meinx, Sevan, Cynder, and Vyvienne each had their own personality that they were fighting to uphold. Syren just needed to be re=introduced into the crowd.

Syrinx had been careful in his choice and ultimately he was pleased with the new location for the new Amenti. These caves would be marvelous. Protection was a given and he had no qualm with the darkness. After all, they could all walk out of it. Encumbering themselves in shadows, however, was only that much better of an idea. If they were to be attacked, ever, (by some fool given that) they would know the routes and such of the caves. Their chargers would not. A cruel smile darkened his lips--and he could only regard himself as an oddity, for he thought the most devilish of things and yet they were all to help those of which he loved? Was he dark? Jaded? Confused? Was his flip to switch one day and drown him in his inner thoughts and inhibitions.

A long howl rumbled from his lips and echoed around the mountains. Syrinx could feel as though his voice ricocheted back towards him and it was with almost immediate consideration that he threw his head back and let himself drown in what was his. This mountains--this system. It was his. And he would make it theirs and theirs would be a powerful dominion.