Broken Pieces

The week had passed with startling fluidity. The man had gone from loner and mercenary to alpha of a pack. It had been a life he once fled from, but now found himself accepting? Icarus thought back on the Valhalla meeting, still shocked at the sheer number of members he now found himself heading. The ranks were immense, far larger than Dieu's own. Of course, Dieu had been built up through specialization and hard work. Only a select few were allowed to even become a card in the deck. The mercenary would have to change his style if he were to allow Valhalla its chance in the sunlight. He would need to start with the very basics of his pack, and move upwards. Icarus had scarcely any idea the kind of allies Valhalla did or did not have. He only barely knew the names of those Cairo had anointed to lead beside him. The man struck out with powerful strides to the outlying lands of his newfound territory.



A howl broke the silence of the land, cracked the sky in two and brought the mercenary's attention to bear. It was a commanding call - not weak and gun-shy like so many loners. The silver leviathan came upon the place of the meeting slower than his female counterpart. Epiphron seemed comfortable on the surface, dealing amicably to two wolves that seemed like overly proud serpents. A female waited in the wings, while it was a male who did most of the speaking. Icarus moved silently towards them, his ears tilted forward so that he had enough information to speak of, or at least bluff. Alphas of Tortuga. Desdemona and Nnoitra Jaeger. Miss lovely overthrew the last Alpha I let take over and demoted his second, so now she has me as her second Alpha. A smile peeled across Icarus' features as he entered the arena, his burning eyes resting upon the two visitors. Good job, have you come here for a cookie?



The words came close to spilling out from his lips, but Icarus said nothing of the sort. A gentle tilt of his colossal head was granted to each wolf before him, Nnoitra, Desdemona. The voice that rumbled into the air was that of a soldier - rough as sandpaper and more candid than perhaps was safe. The silver colossus moved to rest alongside Epiphron, his eyes never leaving the sight of the white woman before him. I am Icarus Vonecci, alpha of Valhalla. Have you come to our borders to make small talk? Or do you have an actual reason for being here?