06-08-2021, 05:28 PM
So someone decided to tuck tail and run already. Was the pressure too much? Had Aphra grown too infamous for her to handle? The world would never know. Nevertheless, it left Romulus laughing. That abusive mother who presumed her beauty was superior and assumed that granted her access to unlimited powered had disappeared into the island's mist. For as uncharacteristic as it seemed, no trace was left behind. No big bang. No display of her verbally abusing the rest. Just silence and then nothing.
With the rest balancing their daily duties and disappearing among the rest, there was no other but a Malus to step up once again. Romulus had never imagined himself a leader truthfully. Stryker, Ninazu, and Sojourn were all exemplary leaders with ferocity and prowess. They led the Coalition of the Condemned head first into conflict, but always managed to come out on top due to their confidence. On the other hand, Romulus Malus preferred... well... none of that. Knowledge and strategy was his game. Verbal first, consider the choice, and then act. Needless to say, he had already begin to fester doubts about his own reign, but didn't express it publicly. At least some reassurance came from the fact that he held more consideration and care for the wanderers though.
For his first decree, the multicolored feline wandered up to the porch of the Ouroboros Pub. His head poked in, mane brushing up against the doorframe as he looked inside. Empty. Besides the workers, of course. With a paw, he gestured for them to come outside and gather at the front. Looks of confusion were given, but any opportunity to ditch their job for an event kept them coming. As they gathered, so did the rest of the wanderers as they noticed the commotion in front of the porch. With his head leaning against the cold stone of the pub and periwinkle hues looking down on his audience with caution, Romulus cleared his throat.
"WANDERERS! GATHER FOR A MEETING."
In the meantime, he pushed himself off the wall and moved towards the front of the porch, only to sit down. His tail wrapped around his paws promptly. Before he addressed anything, Romulus wanted to see if anyone had anything to say or ask regarding his presence. If not, he would continue.
With the rest balancing their daily duties and disappearing among the rest, there was no other but a Malus to step up once again. Romulus had never imagined himself a leader truthfully. Stryker, Ninazu, and Sojourn were all exemplary leaders with ferocity and prowess. They led the Coalition of the Condemned head first into conflict, but always managed to come out on top due to their confidence. On the other hand, Romulus Malus preferred... well... none of that. Knowledge and strategy was his game. Verbal first, consider the choice, and then act. Needless to say, he had already begin to fester doubts about his own reign, but didn't express it publicly. At least some reassurance came from the fact that he held more consideration and care for the wanderers though.
For his first decree, the multicolored feline wandered up to the porch of the Ouroboros Pub. His head poked in, mane brushing up against the doorframe as he looked inside. Empty. Besides the workers, of course. With a paw, he gestured for them to come outside and gather at the front. Looks of confusion were given, but any opportunity to ditch their job for an event kept them coming. As they gathered, so did the rest of the wanderers as they noticed the commotion in front of the porch. With his head leaning against the cold stone of the pub and periwinkle hues looking down on his audience with caution, Romulus cleared his throat.
"WANDERERS! GATHER FOR A MEETING."
In the meantime, he pushed himself off the wall and moved towards the front of the porch, only to sit down. His tail wrapped around his paws promptly. Before he addressed anything, Romulus wanted to see if anyone had anything to say or ask regarding his presence. If not, he would continue.
ROMULUS MALUS
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