You're Drowning.

 

Syrinx tolerates very little and perhaps that is why thos around him are of a special brand. Conniving and loyal. It's beautiful and yet scary that so many can seek him out and seek to be just like him. A snarl erupts from his throat to silence the whispers that arise around him. There are not many but the loyalty of these is what he will lean in as why e will come to treat as just and right. They are beautiful. They only need the nourishment of their king and his queen. And yet, considering Virgil, she was not to be mistake as his, "those that can not swear fealty to me need leave. I do not want you. I have expanded our empire past this land. If any do not obey the rule of myself or your queen--women will face blinding and men will face castration," the punishment would be easily given and he had a hard time believing the thought of punishment wasn't okay with Virgil. She had her legion and he had his. Together they would be theirs and they would overrun the world with their doings. ?Syrinx had an obscure view of good and evil. In his mind they were no existent they were only--the way things should r and the way they were not. The king stood for a moment longer before his head dipped and his eyes met each of theirs, "if a rank is what you seek you need to bring one recruit and tell me the rank you want. Those that end up with a rank are expected to grow the pack at least one member a season by any means," he then leaves them to their thoughts. Those that needed him would come. Those that did not would leave him be.?