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They would all diligently file in one by one. First to arrive was Meinx, which came as no surprise, the woman was nothing if not dedicated. Following her was Aislinn, the warrior that Kylar had promoted. Her little white slave would take a seat, a look of contempt filling her pale features. Perhaps her plans for the woman would lift her spirits. He was the fourth to show, and took his place beside her. Kylar. She would meet his gaze, but said nothing. The golden bodice of her favorite toy would sashay in next, followed by her tiny little bastard. She met the child's wide-eyed gaze with a smirk before looking to the next. Colten, her daughter, and Amarant would all enter within moment of each other. Strange how they were all related, and yet looked nothing alike. Basanti looked well, a little out of breath as she took her seat. Colten looked like he had been dragged through hell and back, he was clearly not handling things well. And his brother, well he was still standoffish, refusing to have anything to do with his sibling. Novocaine was next, his steps steadily growing more and more confident with day. His injuries had healed, but he was forced to live with the repercussions of a missing eye. Lastly he gaze would flicker to a face she loathed. Caeto. She said nothing, gave nothing away as he took a seat, refusing to meet her gaze for the longest time. "I appreciate all of your punctuality. We have much to discuss. First, as you all know, my son, Valentine, has gone and claimed the fallen empire in the south, renaming it Imperium. They are our closest allies and are to be treated as such. Once they have all settled, we will be holding a festival, where everyone can mingle and get the chance to practice their skills against an unknown opponent." Her gaze would sweep her formidable crowd, curious to know what they would think of her forced social interaction. "Secondly, the Queen of Solstice, has been returned home safe and sound." She would sneer viciously. "But unfortunately for them, we are not quite done with their presence. She has gone home, but she still has not paid the price of losing my throne." She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to do yet, she would open it up for suggestions after she finished speaking. "What many of you don't know, is that Kylar's grandsons have joined us, Colten and Amarant. Their birth pack, Secretua, will not be happy with their presence here, if needed, we will use force against this pack." She pinned both the boys with a stare, daring them to object.
"Now as for ranks. Aislinn, you have already been promoted to warrior. Empryea, because of you help with the prisoner, you will be promoted to a commoner. Do not make me regret it." Hey eyes would narrow upon the ivory woman. If she stepped out of line once, she would be demoted and left with a constant reminder of her failure. "Basanti is still Heir. Colten and Amarant are Juveniles until they decide what they want to specialize in. Novocaine and Caeto, you are both commoners as well, though if you would like to be promoted, speak now."" She would conclude, having spoken of all the key information. But wait, she had forgotten something. "Our old allies, Olympus, will be holding a festival when they reclaim their pack. We will be attending despite their failures, I will be taking 5 wolves, myself included, if you wish to attend, please let me know." Now she was done. She would allow them all time to process the boat load of information she had just dropped on them. "Now, for some fun stuff. Do you have any ideas you would like to contribute to make the russet bitch pay for her weakness?" Her sneer would return, malice dancing across her face as her gaze swept the crowd. She was growing restless, she needed to something, some sort of bloodshed that they could all participate in. |