02-25-2020, 12:39 PM
ROMANEMPIRE
"I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls"
Despite joining the Typhoon as of late, Roman found himself wanting to wander outside of the territory at times, venturing into the neutral territories once more as he had done for a while when he had been in search of the Halls and in search of Vinny. But he hadn't ever gotten the courage up to go across those railroad tracks once more, and thus, hadn't done what he wanted. Eventually, he had gotten tired of sitting around, and had decided to finally go out and do it, and, after a bit of time convincing himself things would be fine even if he did fall into the water, Roman was finally in the neutral grounds, walking around and exploring.
That was, until he heard a melody come to his ears, and, curiously, the immortal being followed, rounded ears pricked as he pad through the unkempt growth, following the scent trail of another, until he finally reached a stopping point, and finally saw the coyote, stopping his tune to take a drink from one of the ponds in the area, and Roman would begin to move forward to do the same, try and act as though he had a purpose to be here rather than simply following someone.
That was, until Abe turned around, asking who he was.
The cheetah would stop in his tracks, ears going down for but a moment before he would sit, and offer a small smile. "Roman," He would speak in response to the question, "My name's Romanempire, but I usually just go by Roman." Or Ro, or Rome, or any other spelling or possible nickname from his original. There were too many to count. "I heard your singing, and I liked it, so I kinda followed the music."
That was, until he heard a melody come to his ears, and, curiously, the immortal being followed, rounded ears pricked as he pad through the unkempt growth, following the scent trail of another, until he finally reached a stopping point, and finally saw the coyote, stopping his tune to take a drink from one of the ponds in the area, and Roman would begin to move forward to do the same, try and act as though he had a purpose to be here rather than simply following someone.
That was, until Abe turned around, asking who he was.
The cheetah would stop in his tracks, ears going down for but a moment before he would sit, and offer a small smile. "Roman," He would speak in response to the question, "My name's Romanempire, but I usually just go by Roman." Or Ro, or Rome, or any other spelling or possible nickname from his original. There were too many to count. "I heard your singing, and I liked it, so I kinda followed the music."
tags - penned by @ tikki