DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

Technically, as a captain of such a large and old group as the Typhoon, she was expected to come to these. Though, in her experience they'd always been quite redundant, and the tigress did not enjoy wasting precious time. But, many changes had undergone the political climate of the groups in the past few months, new ones beginning to pop up, policies and leaderships changing in others, and she'd stayed out of most of it. With her children born, wife wed and dead, and goal to end slavery within the Pitt succeeded as it seemed, the female had little care what anyone was doing besides Tanglewood, so long as they weren't specifically messing with them. And thus far, none had the gall to do such a thing. Which didn't have her complaining - not at all. In all honesty, she still wasn't quite interested stepping in today, but she made the active choice to do so, just based off rumors of what - or more specifically who had come of the previous one. Her grief for Sam still pained her, and she still had no desire for senseless war, but if it were true that the monster she'd been hunting for over a year had made an appearance, then she'd be there to see it herself.

Besides, it seems Rin, a former friend, had stepped down from Elysium as well. She may as well introduce herself to the newest leader. What she'd not expected, however, was to find the two-headed individual she stumbles upon today. She'd taken her scimitar with her today, for good measure, even though she was aware of the technical "peace" that was supposed to be upheld during these. She cared not for it. Whoever made those rules was not in charge of her, and she would act how she best saw fit. That'd how it'd always be. If Stryker was around, then it was best she'd be prepared for it. She offers a simple nod to the stranger, tail tip twitching gently. "Hello there, you smell o' Elysium. M' name is Goldenluxury Roux."

Loey isn't far behind Hani and Alani, but that's not an uncommon sight- well, it is, because Loey doesn't actually go anywhere or do anything so he's rarely seen anyway, but whenever he is seen, it's usually mingling around Hani and Alani. That said, he's not right at their side, but he does noticeably have an eye on them. Whether that's because he heard about the commotion from the last meeting or just because he quite often is seen making googoo eyes at the two is unknown, however.

He's quiet for the most part, appearing as a solid rock in their shadow. His face was twisted into an uncomfortable scowl that marred his otherwise handsome face, bright blue irises peeking out from under half-opened eyelids and curled fur. The presence of two others, strangers albeit only because he hadn't bothered to make any visits anywhere since he'd joined Elysium and had remained solely within his own territory; draws his attention rather quickly and admittedly visibly. He seems to perk up in interest, his previously hunched shoulders drawing into a squared position that stretched the muscles of his chest and shoulders elegantly, jaw unclenching from where he'd been almost sneering in distaste behind his leaders.

The first to introduce themselves is a tigress calling herself Goldenluxury, and he lets the name roll around in his head for only a few moments before he decides it fits the lady pretty well. She's very up-front, too, although that's not such a bad thing- it saves having to tell her which group he comes from, even if she's admittedly not talking to him.

The second is a strange looking girl who calls herself Chernabog, and he schools his expression so it doesn't visually show his thoughts of the grim smile that stretches across her face. She's not a pretty girl unlike Goldenluxury, and if she comes from The Pitt she doubts she's very nice, either, but he's not going to judge a book by it's cover- he'll find out by actually interacting with people whether she's a Twilight or a Hunger Games, thank you very much.

That in mind, he steps forward so he's no longer sat like a grim, spirit-dampening bodyguard behind Hani and Alani and clears his throat when Chernabog has finished speaking, allowing his cerulean optics to dance across the two once more, overanalysing if you will, as he speaks in a soothingly deep voice; "Hello." he speaks, nose wrinkling as his throat closes up; he's not a very talkative person, but he came to the meeting so he might as well meet people, right? "M' names Loey, it's nice to meet you both."

♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby