I'm hell on heels, sugar daddy I'm comin' for you

hear me roar

Remus had no time for what his family was planning. His own son, Charon, spoke of slaughter. The ebony and gold man thought he had taught his offspring better then mindless battle. Sure, Remus in fact would love vengeance for his beloved sister-wife who was murdered by his own 'family.' But, it would take time. An army. Virgil had a pack behind her hateful arse, Remus nor Romulus could match such a feat. He was an easy man to anger due to his boiling past of death. Remus was indeed a darker man. Stoic and harsh. He had a heart, that was the truth for all he cared about was his family. But, currently his family was being horribly stupid. They did not use their minds. They did not use anything but their balls and their lust for blood. Therefore, Remus would let their simple minded war rage on, as they spoke of the things they would do to the golden bits of his family. Yet, until he saw action he would step back. Let them dig their holes. For now, a break was needed.

His dark paws hit the earth with a saunter. His gold dipped tail flicked around upon his rear with each broad step. Remus Olympus was a man of quite unruling size. Thirty-eight inches of boiling muscle. He kept up with his physique. Remus was a force of complete brute strength as a man of his size should be. But, as his brooding bodice slipped along the Moore a scent filled his nose slowly. Though, as he grew closer to the source of the scent his orbs fell upon a creature of golden fur. Like the other bits of his family, the bits he would like to destroy. The man would watch her slowly wobble down the bog. He was on solid land, it was just a bit damp. The man grew closer but stopped at about eight feet away. "A fae of such vibrancy, I must know the name of this one." He would wait for an answer, hoping for it to be a pleasant one.

"speech" ?