Dismantle. Repair. [Kaien]

*Kaien* · 04-26-2013, 09:44 AM

Thick sinew rippled under a sleek silver pelt. The male had done much to keep up his appearance. Thirty nine inches and over 150 pounds was enough to intimidate most smaller than him. Today though he would meet someone a few inches taller, and yet he wasn't discouraged. Size hardly meant much in a fight. No. It was experience that made a warrior. Kaien had lost his fair share of fights, some in an unfair manner, but he'd also won some as well. His brief time as a loner when he was a yearling had taught him much. He was no weakling pup. If he had been then Nnoitra would not have passed over leadership to him.

The man took his time in heading to the battlefield. Desdemona had wished to speak with him. His blood sang with the thrill of a fight, and yet he did not wish for it to come to that. If harming his members could be avoided it would. Things were rather uncomfortable with Valhalla. He wanted all members battle ready and unharmed. He hoped nothing would come of Valhalla claiming that Tortuga and the other pack were enemies, but if anything did happen to further the state of discontent between the two packs, then they would need all the strength they could muster.

The alliance with Lentajin was fair enough, but Len was tiny, and even though they were mustering whatever forces they could they were still tiny. Whatever wolves they had were most likely strong, but Valhalla also had an alliance with Seracia and Glaciem. Things could go terribly wrong when out numbered. No doubt if any Tortugan did something to provoke Valhalla then war would be the cause and Tortuga and Lentajin would be sorely outnumbered.

Flame colored hues rested upon the white woman as he approached her. His head was low. He was not foolish enough to leave his throat unprotected, especially not outside the confines of his pack. His tail was high enough to show dominance over the woman, but it did not mean he was cocky.

"You wished to speak with me?"

He questioned her in a low baritone. She seemed somewhat irritable, maybe even restless. Something was surely on her mind. Something was always on another's mind when he was summoned. Why they did not come to him sooner was beyond him, but he would answer the calls all the same. It was his job. Discontent seemed to grow within the ranks, even with Morphine installed as his secondary Alpha things seemed to be getting worse. Did they view them as incompetent? Surely not. Things were slowly progressing. Soon Tortuga would be better. At least that was how he perceived it. Things were changing and for the better. It took time though. He couldn't please everyone.

He remained standing, giving her the chance to speak her mind. He was wary though. She also seemed ready for battle should it come to it. Tortugans were ones for blood, the majority of them at least. She didn't seem any different.

Speech,

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