03-27-2023, 02:56 PM
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ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC
As familiar purple flames sparked up and away from the stranger, Romulus' heart skipped a beat. Realization settled into the kingpin's mind. The lion wearily stepped forward, shaking his head in disappointment with himself. How could he not realize? His best man, his brother, stood before him and he barely recognized them in their new body. No wonder they demanded Plexus and spoke with urgency. They were large and in charge as the group's vicar, after all. If only Romulus could see auras, then he would have been more receptive to their arrival.
Instead of continuing to be stone cold, the large feline stumbled forward to greet his friend. He slowly made his way over, only to attempt to lean his foreheadhead onto Byriath's own. Whether or not the other accepted his warm embrace, he pulled away moments later and tried to lock his purple hues with the other's gaze. Romulus appreciated the concern and even agreed, but knew his stubbornness probably would have made him get up either way, even if Byriath did not show up.
His subtle smile started to fade though. Where were the others? Diego? Saturn? The lion's gaze broke away and looked around, expecting the others to follow in suit, but no one came. Romulus swallowed nervously, pain shooting up his healing throat, and looked back at Byriath. His expression became panicked. Eyes wide, brows tilted, and a frown lining his maw. Something was not right. Everything felt off. The paranoia that had clouded his mind in the past few weeks, along with the imagery that paraded within, started to play out the events all over again. Festering pessimistic outcomes, the lion could only stand in momentary silence as his thoughts raced.
Romulus could not bare the concoction of his paranoid lucidity and snapped free from his head. He did not care what Plexus or the others told him. The silence they demanded held him down. Healed or not, he had to speak. With a ragged breath, he started. "Where are they?" came his unstable, soft voice.
Instead of continuing to be stone cold, the large feline stumbled forward to greet his friend. He slowly made his way over, only to attempt to lean his foreheadhead onto Byriath's own. Whether or not the other accepted his warm embrace, he pulled away moments later and tried to lock his purple hues with the other's gaze. Romulus appreciated the concern and even agreed, but knew his stubbornness probably would have made him get up either way, even if Byriath did not show up.
His subtle smile started to fade though. Where were the others? Diego? Saturn? The lion's gaze broke away and looked around, expecting the others to follow in suit, but no one came. Romulus swallowed nervously, pain shooting up his healing throat, and looked back at Byriath. His expression became panicked. Eyes wide, brows tilted, and a frown lining his maw. Something was not right. Everything felt off. The paranoia that had clouded his mind in the past few weeks, along with the imagery that paraded within, started to play out the events all over again. Festering pessimistic outcomes, the lion could only stand in momentary silence as his thoughts raced.
Romulus could not bare the concoction of his paranoid lucidity and snapped free from his head. He did not care what Plexus or the others told him. The silence they demanded held him down. Healed or not, he had to speak. With a ragged breath, he started. "Where are they?" came his unstable, soft voice.
ROMULUS MALUS
kingpin — lion — coalition of the condemned — tags