Legion of One
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silence. it ebbed at his mind and devoured the countenance of the behemoth. he had decided as to the course of action he was birthed to take; and that was the role of leadership. Valhalla could not handle him as their leader--his people were a strong one. Valhalla was not a emblem of power (in his mind) and so he sought to strengthen it. Though, it would not be from the inside that he would do such a thing. No, no--it would be from the outside as an 'ally' but also as an expectant one. his sister needed to raise her kingdom into the power it deserved and lord knows the others would be far happier with her leadership bereft of his sway. it was time.
The man would finally have his kingdom. something he had been promised since birth--and he would be breeding the finest warriors in Alacritia. Not because he wanted to, simply put, because he could. Inhaling the chilled fall air sharply the Arkhos would relinquish a summons--a calling and a demand that those ready for a change come and they make due with preparations for a brighter purpose.
"Speech!".
choosing to sit aside Morgana would watch, still bidding her time as she had been with Canttina the women would make no move to challenge him nor was she offering her support. Simply she'd be there and watch and see if they would be forced to stay o allowed to leave perhaps on the events hat happened the once rogue would decide what to do from there. But she did want to know of something; "How do you know Canttina is dead?" A simple enough question for the man to answer surely, how could he have known so soon?
Ah, the call had gone out, and Vyvienne was not the sort to ignore it. Feet carried her towards her patriarch, acidic gaze searching for his russet form, settling upon the man almost boredly. Predictable. He was so very predictable, going for a pack. She knew he?d go for one eventually, too fed up with the inferiority of their aunt (or, what Vyvienne perceived as inferiority. Then again, she viewed all who weren?t her immediate family as inferior), and desiring a kingdom of some sort. ?Don?t mess it up,? she told her father boldly.
She was growing, after all, and with each inch that she grew she grew more bold. The chocolate-drizzled Amazonian would sit off to the side, content to observe. Would any challenge her father? It would be interesting to see, both to determine if her father would prove a failure, and to determine who would become an enemy. Her expression looked bored nonetheless, but she supposed that would change soon. There would be blood; that was almost certain.
Alas, a woman approached, inquiring how he knew Canttina was dead. Vyvienne snorted. "Because he's not an idiot like you. This place smells like death, and it doesn't smell claimed," she retorted, ever the smart ass.
Meinx, youthful divinity at its peak; the pearl slunk to delve in the warmth of the surrounding bodies. When the war broke out the youth had been sent to seracia for her own protection. Under the circumstances it wasn't all to bad. After all she did meet a few wolves. A sigh would depart the pretty little maw before travelling towards her father and sister, a smile curving onto the edges of the ebony lips.
" father, congratulations" she'd murmur ever so softly, looking at him with her eyes flooded with pride. As usual Vyv would be blunt,but never has it stopped amusing Meinx in her own little way. Afterall In the future her hopes is to become closer to all the siblings- even the ones who seem to be harder to get along with. Only a moment was taken to observe the wolves gathered, not particually taking an interest to those who seeked shelter. Though, perhaps if Meinx was to one day rule she should put her own thoughts and desires aside, and start thinking of the others wellbeing.
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"And I have asked none of you to stay," he simply stated as his gaze rolled over those that stared at him as though he were a terrorist, "I have merely taken a land without a ruler," and i have given it one. the serpent king rose--ready to turn and ready to leave as the vehement hiss of a feline fell over his ears. Syrinx--though most would have--did not shudder. Instead a smirk overtook his features and he turned back around to glare at the kitty. "You hold no authority over me silly boy," he purred as though moving him, "And don't make yourself so self-righteous," the timbre of his voice did not stray to anger or annoyance. Instead it was neutral and calm and velvety. "I don't want those that can't swear fealty to me. Have I claimed any of your 'women'? No, I have not--now leave, pussy-bitch," the look that befell him was one of a joker and his grin transpired into something akin to a cheshire smile. The little carmel petite spoke and Syrinx rolled his shoulder, "Did I ever claim you, m'lady? no...I didn't--so pray tell why you've bothered coming here? Unless you're interested I see no reason," she was a delicate blume. Flowery and elegant and toxic. she was likely a catalyst for anarchy. He already enjoyed her. "Go--I hold no reason to hold man or woman against their will. Both are equally capable. And I won't compromise with the unwilling," he was an all or nothing kind of man and would do his best to remain as such. "Those that choose my path--please come," and then he would move--skulking and low. Inviting thse that wished to follow him to the new Amenti. Ah yes, a Location change would be the beginning of their journey--and all would accept it as it were.