The Devil In Stitches

N/A · 05-21-2013, 12:51 AM

Desdemona would watch with steeled two toned eyes as her new pack came before her, she wasn't attempting to seem arrogant, merely superior. She needed these wolves to understand that she was serious about becoming an Alpha and she would not be easy to budge. She needed to betray utter confidence and pride, even if she didn't completely feel as such. Nnoitra spoke little, merely backed what she had already stated, he seemed to understand that if these wolves were to accept her... she would need to first appear like she could command them with no help. It was wise both on her and Nnoitra's part.

She braced herself for the onslaught of voices, protests, cries of retribution and demands for rank and surprisingly, very few voices erupted through the crowds, save for the annoying vermin that swiveled overhead. Ears would pin pack and a sneer would tug at her maw, but nothing was spoken about the creatures words...yet. She needed first to address their concerns, she imagined she would be meeting with quite a few once the meeting was over.

The majority consensus was accepting, or at least willing to give her a chance, the time of day. She saw flashes of anger and aggression across the faces of a few, if they had a problem, she would be more than willing to talk with them. She planned on solving problems, not creating new ones. Ulrike would be the first to speak and she would dip her head politely in easy thanks for his words. It was difficult for Desdemona to control her temper at Luce's biting words but regardless she would answer them in a smooth, rumbling, baritone.

" Neo's acceptance here never should have been rewarded. He was brought here solely for the purpose of creating conflict with Valhalla. If he wished to leave its borders, he should have first spoken with his own Alpha. When I speak with Valhalla's king, I will discuss him, but I will not risk the packs unity for one." Her words were apologetic, but harsh, making her point clear.

Grinner's voice would reach her next and now she would smile, it was small, barely visible, but cackling with mischief. "I still expect you to compete in one of the games Grinner, I want to see what you can do, but for now, I am granting you the title of a new rank Anubi, a group of specialized executioners." The word specialized was stressed severely, insinuating more than a few beheadings. She planned to hand over any and all punishments to the twisted mind of the male, she had heard a great deal of him.

Xenios voice, would be the last to join the mob and Desdemona would listen as she questioned the already gone birds accusations. Her eyes would land upon the woman, locking and holding her gaze. "The bird speaks lies. I have buried Kaien beneath a fresh patch of upturned soil, directly beside the small pool of water in the battlefield, if you question my word, by all means, go see for yourself." That was all the woman would comment on the stupid bird.

" The tournament will begin in a few days time. I shall call and you will answer. The games will determine everyone else. For now... you are dismissed unless Nnoitra would like to add anything."

Speech,

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