EVEN FOR THE GOOD, A NOBLE // Romulus

[Romulus]

ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC

Romulus' locked eyes with the other as his vicar's gaze looked at him. He wavered in on his four legs as he listened to the other's request, only to nod at the end of Byriath's proposal. They did have things they both needed to discuss. The lion had thoughts of his own and actions that he needed to execute in order to satisfy a deep rage, something he had never indulged in before. Usually logical and slow to react, the loss of his brother and colleagues had sparked something different in him. The Coalition of the Condemned needed to act. Hopefully, with Romulus' lead, they would not be sloppy in their retaliation.

Pulling away from the doorway of the guru's sanctuary, he gestured his tail inwards. "Come on in," he replied. Romulus turned away momentarily and meandered over to the pile of furs, plopping down in succession. He adjusted his pained body to position itself towards Byriath and then craned his head. The leader looked up at the other lion and offered a gesture of his paw, allowing the other to sit parallel to him.

Romulus was sure they had the same idea of retaliation in mind, though varying in degrees of how it was executed. Thus, he spoke. "You first," came his soft voice.