MONTHLY MEETING [ FEBRUARY 2023 ]

[Romulus]

ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC

At the clearing of another lion's throat, Romulus' gaze turned away from the crowd and towards Aesior. The kingpin listened to the other's spiel, but had already come to the conclusion of being unable to assist at the mention of being unable to solve any dispute. As the other continued to speak, there was no hope. Usually he found himself with an open mind, but instead, he turned away. He had heard the sparks beginning to kindle a flame in Aesior's words, similarly to when his own father got passionate about helping his own. There would be no crusade today. At least not with the Coalition of the Condemned involved.

Instead, he turned his focus towards the other Coalitioners that had gathered. His narrowed gaze, sharp and concise, pointed out each and every individual among the crowd. With every one spotted, he hoped that they would understand that his firm expression meant 'GO.' Any other stern look towards violent and sporadic individuals meant the same, but added on the addition of a threat of safety if they were to join in on the attack.

As Romulus turned back to the other, he held his tongue. There was no more that he could say to assist, especially if their leader wanted no help and had a desire to spill blood today. Instead, he watched as some Coalitioners began to clear out. The leader would be the last to leave, making sure all his subordinates were safe and sound beforehand.

Before the majority could leave the crater and begin back to the islands they inhabited, the fight had initiated. Starting with Aesior's taunt and Sorbet's reaction, the lion got up from his seat and spread out on all fours. Claws unsheathed from their previous position. He had no intention to fight, nor was he interested in doing so, but as a precaution, the leader's tail was lashing and ears were perked in an attempt to listen for attackers in front of him as he stood on the crater's border. However, he did not account for those behind him.