You're Drowning.

OOC: if you are not a member of Amenti, an Adravendi, or someone swearing immediate fealty to syrinx you will be cast out in a violent manner. This is a warning that Syrinx will attempt castration on males and blinding to females

The lull of the night is enamouring and Syrinx pulls himself atop a piece of the gravel that is his home. Certanly, they had not grown keen to the idea of a life bereft of he, no? This was his domain and they could not forget who it was that started it. A dark simper pulled over his lips and his ears slicked back against his head. He would call to them--his loyalists and his lovers-- and he would make sure that they remembered his name. Any naysayers could be chased from the place with fire and he would hungrily lay in wait as they were devoured by their reckless ambitions. Shoulders rolled and tail erected into the air. His backside eventually finds the dirt below him and his head faces forward calmly. They were being summoned by their king. and their king had an entire agenda of new things to delve through. It was time for him to return power to his corner of the world. To his name. To his sisters. He would pave a path to victory for his daughters and the assassins they had all been bred to be would rise forward and he would make sure their talents were adored. The one he needed though. Virgil. She was to be his Queen, and her damnation was at his side. After all, she had fought for that and won it.