02-05-2023, 02:11 PM
ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC
At Kiara's comment, the male turned his head. With a narrowed gaze, he countered her sassy tone with a sigh. Tensions, obviously, were high, but he did not know the reason behind it. So, why not inquire? Romulus was tempted to roll his eyes at her in a rare show of disapproval, but instead offered a shake of his head and a comment to follow. "I do not know why recent allies have fallen so far from former expectations. Is it a crime to ask why this has happened?" the leader offered back.
Looking back to the rest, he peered throughout the crowd to find anyone, someone, who would offer him an explanation. Romulus preferred details, not petty squabble. In the moment though, a new scent arrived, followed by a new voice. His head turned, facing Josiah. They were a new group, obviously. Perhaps one hidden in the shadows. The kingpin was intrigued and listened to the other, especially as Natasha inquired more. "Do tell, Josiah. I am interested in your endeavors here today." Perhaps more than Tanglewood and The Typhoon's banter. "I am Romulus of the Coalition of the Condemned. Perhaps we could find some time to chat between today's quarrels."
And, yet, there was no time. The arguing continued, dropping more hints for the kingpin. A territory dispute, it seemed. Over what? The Palm Glades' land that had been laid to rest years ago? Somewhere new? It was unclear to Romulus and he did not want to make any assumptions, so he continued to sit patiently among the edge of the crowd with his periwinkle eyes watching intensely.
As a beacon of neutrality, the leader butted in. "Maybe, if possible, we could negotiate some terms for this territory dispute with an uninvolved party." His paw landed on his chest, signaling he would be the one to do so. "I do not wish to make the same mistake as my father when it comes to land." If either party was willing, of course, then Romulus would offer his assistance. Stryker had been greedy once. He would not be repeating his father's legacy.
Looking back to the rest, he peered throughout the crowd to find anyone, someone, who would offer him an explanation. Romulus preferred details, not petty squabble. In the moment though, a new scent arrived, followed by a new voice. His head turned, facing Josiah. They were a new group, obviously. Perhaps one hidden in the shadows. The kingpin was intrigued and listened to the other, especially as Natasha inquired more. "Do tell, Josiah. I am interested in your endeavors here today." Perhaps more than Tanglewood and The Typhoon's banter. "I am Romulus of the Coalition of the Condemned. Perhaps we could find some time to chat between today's quarrels."
And, yet, there was no time. The arguing continued, dropping more hints for the kingpin. A territory dispute, it seemed. Over what? The Palm Glades' land that had been laid to rest years ago? Somewhere new? It was unclear to Romulus and he did not want to make any assumptions, so he continued to sit patiently among the edge of the crowd with his periwinkle eyes watching intensely.
As a beacon of neutrality, the leader butted in. "Maybe, if possible, we could negotiate some terms for this territory dispute with an uninvolved party." His paw landed on his chest, signaling he would be the one to do so. "I do not wish to make the same mistake as my father when it comes to land." If either party was willing, of course, then Romulus would offer his assistance. Stryker had been greedy once. He would not be repeating his father's legacy.
ROMULUS MALUS
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