What a sad sight it was to lose a home he never felt comfortable in. But then again that had been such a long time ago and on top of that who would have seen it that it would be his own little cub of a brother putting the final nail in the coffin. A strange turn of events but he personally had done nothing to save Snowbound. No he had simply watched as the flames jumped and leapt into he air, consuming a home he had once found so near and dear to his heart. They had lost everything hadn't they. A home, a family, and he was the one to blame as he was always pushed to the shadows. He had never truly thought like a Snowbounder and perhaps that was what made him so shunned, so easily pushed to the back of the crowd. He didn't cope well through the attacks, never could and he only grew more ill tempered and maybe even down right vicious as the attacks continued. He wanted to be the one attacking first, wanted to put the fear in their eyes. But that was not Snowbound's way. He despised the preachy talk that things would get better if only they hunkered down and defended themselves. Like weak cattle to the slaughter. Perhaps the finally straw that broke the both of them was their parents death. But they were none alike. Corvus had little love for his brother that was continously praised while he watched. The only thing he found joy in was the game, the manipulation. The scenes of disarray that only he could make. After all chaos had no master.

A toothy grin was upon his grey black features as he walked, listening to the splashing of water as it rocked beneath his paws. The whole landscape was water, an ocean but he easily traversed it. Strength and power mirrored in his regal form. Walking on the surface of the water was rather easy, the ocean simply a slave to the elements and he the master of it. He had heard of sinister tidings, the Pitt changing and then following that tune as well. It led him here. Here to the place where he understood his darling brother to be housed. A new group in the mist of an island. Muttered rumors and some thinking it was merely a joke and that there was nothing out here. But he knew better that that. Flicking his tail the scarred behemoth would finally place his paws upon sandy beaches and with a grin flashing sharp teeth he would give out a unyielding roar that rumbled from deep in his chest. Yes, all eyes on him. "I'm here to join you. Though I don't know the name of your new found group. A pity. Where is that eyesore of a brother of mine?"

An emotionless expanse his eyes became, shimmering green and yellow as he looked at the individual that had come forth to speak to him. He looked down upon the woman before a warmth seemed to spread across his features. Yet it almost seemed cold with its appearance but it was genuine at least. Here he stood on the precipice of a new chaos and he wondered who would break first. He or him? Still he was intrigued by the look of this one and with a light chuckle the black lion would lift a sheathed paw. "Sounds like a perfect show for that little cub." Focusing more he would drop his paw then, casually as he turned slightly to give the island a once over. It looked sneaky to him, a place where secrets could be maintained and he wondered what his brother was hiding here. Still he drew his gaze back to the snake hybrid with now a glimmer of interest sparking in his two toned gaze. "Now you, it is certainly a pleasure to meet. Since you gave me your name, dear, I'll give you mine. Call me Corvus." Gently he dipped his head and shifted his body in what was to be assumed a bow as he slowly sat down, regality in the way that he held himself. He took pride in his looks after all despite the scars that adorned his body. The Coalition,  a name that tried for formidable but all he saw was a banned of misfits trying so eagerly to fit into a world that they didn't belong in.

The giggle caught his attention, gentle sound on soft breeze and he pulled his rounded ears forward to listen to it. How cute. But the notion of him being thr older brother made him frown slightly. The tale of being born a few minutes after Stryker. One in which doomed him it would seem but he brushed it off and merely shook his head. Lighting another with hisnshowmans smile. "Unfortunately no. I'm the younger and more competent brother." In turn he would tilt his head to her next words, a little rumbling chuckle leaving his throat. Honesty got him a long way, but he also knew how to sway the masses. He had always been good at that after he grew and learned the hearts of others. Always the same but sometimes there was a spark. "Oh, Miss Stheno, I just say things as I see them. As honest as the sky is blue, dear. But thank you for complimenting my name. It does have a ring to it, much like your own, hmm?" He enjoyed the ego boast. He saw himself as a powerful beast and one who was something to he reckoned with if his scars told any tales. The Raven, a dark blight and he casually looked away as she began to talk about Stryker, snorting gently. He hadn't seen him in so long. What had changed? "Same old, Stryker. Maybe."

The next one to arrive made him cock a fictitious brow as he looked at the woman, her flaming mane rather eye catching yet the hybrid seemed more exotic to him. But the magic of these lands were not lost on him. Certainly not. A humored look flashed across his face at her words. The name being Ninazu. "Not likely, doll. I don't just pick up siblings. But who knows, I might just end up liking you. But, the pleasure is all mine, Ninazu." His tone was mildly neutral as he watched her, glancing at the large pitcher plant that she pushed aside. "Simply to catch up of course. We have been apart for quite some time. But sure regardless of being late I'm so happy for you and his relationship." He could feel the bile rising in his throat at his own words but the pleasant mask he wore never changed. Then the one whom he had come to see had finally showed up. A shift in his own demeanor yet a playful glimmer pulled through his duel toned eyes. The want to be king. A pauper more like. "Your little bonfire was flashy but not really my taste in demises. I'm sure the mouse trap is more your speed of things. Or maybe it is falling into pits." He shrugged his shoulders though keeping the banter light but there was that edge of tension. "Of course I'm here for something. To spend time with my only and dearest big brother and to see what his group has to offer."