“I think we've found it,” he murmured to her after having tossed his head back over his right shoulder. She was there, very near to him, and it felt good to have her at his side once more. Head dropped to sniff at the border, though it wasn't overly necessary given the pungent stench of the invisible line Imperium had drawn for themselves. “Definitely,” he spoke with the upmost certainty, twisting his cranium toward her once more - setting his green eyed gaze upon her features. “Last chance to run,” he jested, an ear flicking idly. He had known all along Regium wasn't for him, but this - this could be home. He waited a moment more, half expecting her to balk or tell him she was running off again. After the moment passed he lifted his muzzle to the sky, singing the song of the Armadas and announcing their presence darkening the border. He hoped it would be Valentine that met them, as they had met only a short time ago. Surely their acceptance would then be only a swift answer away. His song would fade to a decrescendo and ultimately an end, and he would find himself leaning into her slightly. It felt good to touch her, to be so near to her. It had always felt this way, even as children. Being with her was just natural. He wouldn't linger long though, as he adjusted his weight back equally on his four paws, prepared for whatever or whoever met them in the coming minutes. “speak,”

The journey had not been long, but she felt emotionally fatigued by the time they had made it to the border of this pack called Imperium. It had felt refreshing to be at his side once again. With him, at least she could be herself -- he could take her anger and her sadness, and she could only hope that he would not leave her again. She was quiet for much of the journey, turning to eye Kyarst with curiosity in her gaze as they came upon the border. Her weariness shone in her eyes as she dipped her head, sniffing at the borders, as though longing to catch the familiar scent of her deceased siblings. "I think I'll put up with you a bit longer," she commented dryly, smirking gently in his direction. Though she knew very little about this pack, she did know that family was here, and that was all that really mattered to her at this point. Still, she leaned into his touch, feeling reassured by his presence before he pulled away. She stood tall on all fours, tail curling slightly at her back paws, hoping she made a good first impression; something she rarely worried about, but when it came to the future she might share with her only litter-mate's children, it was important to her.

Nearing the pair, Valentine slowed to a walk. He'd been with the kids trying to sort out who was the tallest when Kyarst had called. To much complaint he'd departed, but not before being wrung of a promise to return soon. An ominous 'or else' had been Angel's parting words. Stopping before the two, he said, "Ah, Kyarst. Welcome," His gaze roved between the two, making it clear that stood for both of them. "To Imperium." So was this the half sister he had mentioned? They looked nothing alike, but neither did he and Basanti. "You must be the sister." Valentine dipped his head, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Armada." He paused, then, "Would it be impertinent of me to assume that you're both looking to join?"    "Talk" Think "You"

Valentine seemed to materialize, strolling toward them slowly and confidently. Had he been albino Kyarst might have sworn he was Isardis himself. He certainly had the cool air of an Armada, despite being without the surname. The Isardis-borne pushed these thoughts from his mind, though, as Valentine extended a greeting to them both. It seemed they had, indeed, made their way safely to Imperium. Kyarst dipped his head respectfully to the Imperator, listening as he addressed Lysis cordially. So, Valentine had remembered their discussion, Kyarst was pleased. 'Would it be impertinent of me to assume that you're both looking to join?' A smile flickered across the purest Armada's lips as he forged a sidelong glance at Lysis, making sure she wasn't having second thoughts. “We have been seeking a home, and we don't believe there's anyplace better than where our family is.” Of course he was speaking directly about the children of Drashiel and Roman. They had been a big factor in bringing both he and Lysis here, though Kyarst had been intrigued by Imperium even before learning of Drashiel and Roman's fate. For him, the children had been the last ounce of incentive he needed to set his mind. “We are both grateful to you for the home you provided Drashiel and Roman.” Valentine had mentioned something during their last encounter about sheltering the couple, and Kyarst would always be grateful that Valentine had seen to taking care of the two. “speak,”

There was no sign of recognition as Valentine approached them, sporting a confidence that gave her no reason to doubt that he was the leader of this Imperium that Kyarst had spoken of. "Of course," she answered his acknowledgment that she was, in fact, Kyarst's sister. "Lysis Armada," the woman introduced herself quickly, her svelte voice lacking much of its typical sugary sweetness.  She was far too tired to pretend to be happy, when all she could think of was Drashiel and of Roman. Quickly he asked if they were looking to join, and Kyarst agreed. Lightly she would turn to press her nose against his neck. She had no second thoughts -- where he belonged was where she knew she ought to be too. Gently her tail would flick behind her, a slight smile tugging at her lips as she turned back to Valentine. "Joining would be an honor," she replied easily, her expression almost bashful as she watched him, a newfound strength ebbing through her veins at the thought of her nieces and nephews, and of Kyarst's position at her side. "Thank you, Valentine."

Roman had never made it to Imperium, only Drashiel and the children, but Valentine wasn't sure correcting the other was appropriate. He decided to let it go without comment. Glossing over that statement, the brute found himself nodding over Kyarst comment about being near family. He could definitely relate. The first thing he'd done after coming back to Alacritia had been to find and join his mother in Arcanum. Of course he'd split later to pursue his own way, but he still remained close to his family. They were both interested in joining and Valentine saw nothing wrong with allowing them admission. "Then you're both accepted. If you find it agreeable, you'll both start out as Praesidio, that is, Imperium's guards. If that doesn't suit you, you may also start out as one of Imperium's hunters; either Venator or Venatrix as some of our ranks have gender specific titles." He paused briefly to search for a reaction, then, "There are many opportunities for advancement here as well and you are encouraged to strive for higher standings."    "Talk" Think "You"

Though he wasn't surprised at being accepted without much trial, he was pleased it had went so well. Valentine accepted them immediately, lapsing into verse about their ranks. Kyarst was pleased with the idea of being tasked as a guard, and found himself nodding only a moment after the words had left Valentine's lips. Though he was a talented hunter, he found the idea of being responsible for the safety of Imperium to be rather exciting. Valentine went on to explain that rising in the ranks was possible and encouraged. Kyarst felt himself nodding once more. “Thank you, Valentine. I will gladly serve as a Praesidio.” He couldn't, and wouldn't speak for Lysis on that part, but he imagined she would rather be a guard than a hunter. They were both physically inclined and leaned toward fighting whenever possible. To this day he could still fondly recall their first spar and how thrilling it had been. That had been some time ago, and Kyarst found himself wondering if she might be his next sparring partner once the grieving period had come and gone. Jaws fell apart as he decided to inquire one final thing from his new Imperator. “Is there anything else we should be aware of? I can't say either of us is too familiar with the inner workings of Imperium.” He certainly didn't want to make waves the very day he joined his new home. “speak,”