The newly crowned Veioi of Apollyon would hear a summons for training. Fight training. A smile would spread across his maw as his muscular legs pushed his frame up from the ground and carried him across the dirt and roots in the direction from which the call came. He would find a pure white man in his view when he did finally arrive. The icy blue eyed man from the meeting was calling fight training. Perhaps it was his way to prove to Fiamette that he deserved a specific rank as forcing Requiem into being Fiamette's personal serf had been Aurelio's task. He would dip his head and sit close to Sk?ll but not too close. He would wait for his name to be paired up with another.
His mind would race as he thought up moves he could use in the spars ahead of him. He had crossed through the forest to find his place near the Rio Grande and yet he had not thought up a strategy! Some beta he was. He would hold his head high a bit as he was, to his knowledge, below only Fiamette herself within the ranks so far.
