04-17-2021, 06:05 PM
No scream. No wild anger. Just... quiet. To hear his sister's call without any will behind it was different. Romulus' paused in his activity and looked towards the makeshift camp, observing as a silent crowd began to come forward. His paws began to trail forward cautiously. He was hesitant. Lanky legs halted near the back of the group with care and dropped to the floor, awaiting his sister's words. The lion couldn't help but inquire if his name would be mentioned, especially after their former quarrel in front of the hall. Despite this, his facial expression remained dull.
The first topic was no surprise. Jormungand. Romulus craned his head at the mention of the situation. Unsuprisingly, his predictions had been right. He knew she would agree with his decision, especially with her former announcements, and reveled in the fact of her previous doubt. Satisfied, he lowered his chest to the floor and laid down to the rest of her spiel.
As for the rest the first part of their meeting, the Malus member found himself uninterested. He'd remain in his private cave. Moving all his things was more work than cleaning out the damage done by the mudslide.
The first topic was no surprise. Jormungand. Romulus craned his head at the mention of the situation. Unsuprisingly, his predictions had been right. He knew she would agree with his decision, especially with her former announcements, and reveled in the fact of her previous doubt. Satisfied, he lowered his chest to the floor and laid down to the rest of her spiel.
As for the rest the first part of their meeting, the Malus member found himself uninterested. He'd remain in his private cave. Moving all his things was more work than cleaning out the damage done by the mudslide.
ROMULUS MALUS
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