oedipus

Syrinx knew that he was not going to continue to be as lucky as he had been. Everyone at his borders had been those seeking acceptance into what he fervently considered to be his own realm. Still, he had forsaken more than he had come close to even wanting in his own world. This was Amenti--Amenti was his, and it was not to be forsake. A low growl hummed in his throat as the scent and sound of another overtook his world and begged his attention. For this alone would he come--another had thought himself worthy, and Syrinx would allow the man the ability to prove himself before he was either thrown to the dogs; or blessed by the ever enticing presence of his rapturous daughters. Truth of the matter was; he was likely safer staying out of Amenti. Vyvienne, Meinx, Syren, Cynder, and Sevan had a particularly unique way, each of them, of handling nuisances. He was proud of these sides of them, but naturally, as a father, worried about their violent tendencies. For any of them to really get any kind of hold would...be a miracle in and of itself.

They wer enot his concern at the moment however, the rogue at his borders was. Thunderous movements put him before the large canine and he stared at him with scrutiny and wonderment. He thought he was enough? The thought of it all was curious and Syrinx didn't speak a word. The guess of his position was evident in the way he held himself. There was a sharp torque to his entire body--something that resonated power. His tail remained in something akin to an upright position and Syrinx kept his head ovre his breast yet angled upward. His show of dominance was not something unnatural for who he was, and so the entire think looked perrfectly regal in its own odd way. Still, he remained silence--no word was given by the man and his eyes barely relayed any emotion. Stoic and serpentine he waited in his seething whatever-it-was and gave this homeless man a chance to make a case for himself.