Broken Pieces

The brute spoke up almost immediately. Epiphron drew her ears forward to listen as he began to talk. He was an older wolf, and she could only hope that his years were a sign of his wisdom. She had been unimpressed by Luce, but had come to the two Tortugans with an open mind and a relatively calm demeanor. A small smile even threatened to appear, but she stifled it as she realized the female next to Nnoitra seemed much less pleasant than he. The woman offered a nod in return, to both the wolves, knowing a meeting like this could very well decide the fate of not just these three wolves, but many. If it went badly, or if she lost her tongue, she could very well start something that she was unable to control. Even if Tortuga might not win a war, they could very well take the lives of her loved ones. Diplomacy was necessary, and as Nnoitra began to speak, she didn't find it hard at all to remain composed.

"It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Nnoitra, and you as well, Desdemona." She didn't give a damn what Collision thought of Tortuga, or even what her father thought of them -- for now, she was the Alpha of Valhalla, and she was determined to ensure that Valhalla had a bright future ahead of them. Nnoitra explained that that he had ruled Tortuga before, and now was again ... after Desdemona had overthrown the former. She would not judge them for such rapid change of leadership, for Valhalla too was changing hands quickly. She didn't find the need to mention that in the next few months, the throne would once again be passed, but this time to Chrysanthe, who was far more deserving of the position, if anyone deserved it at all.

Epiphron had been too enraptured in watching the Tortugan leaders to notice the arrival of Icarus. He came to stand beside her, his presence strong and almost threatening, compared to her cool calmness and innocent arrogance. Eyes briefly found his own, watching him curiously as he questioned them harshly. She wouldn't have spoken quite so brashly, but what harm was there in leaders being different in personality and demeanor, as long as they were civil with one another? Despite his demand for answers, Nnoitra seemed to direct his words towards Epiphron, and she listened, intrigued by what he might say.

He requested a treaty. Not an alliance, persay, but something saying the packs wouldn't harm one another; they'd leave each other alone, for the most part. Immediately her jaws parted, throat tightening in protest, wanting to ask about the issue with Neo spilling his knowledge of Valhalla to the Alpha of Tortuga -- but almost immediately, Desdemona spoke up, saying Kaien was a fool, saying the entire situation was uncalled for and never should have happened. Despite the woman's serious demeanor, and the slight irritation her tones held, Epiphron liked her. "I am glad to hear that you two are of similar mindset," she noted hesitantly, but interest had been sparked in her vibrant blue eyes. "It seemed, to us, as though Tortuga was trying to gain information about us in order to ignite a war. Truthfully, "I need no convincing that an alliance -- a treaty -- is of benefit to us. I want bloodshed no more than either of you do."