OUR LITTLE HORROR STORY'S JUST BEGUN // New Body

ROMULUS MALUS - KINGPIN - COTC

Romulus' nose had the unfortunate timing of appearing at the wrong time. With a migraine running through his head and senses heightened, the tinge of blood filled his senses and overloaded them in moments as he walked along the town's edge. He momentarily paused in his steps. With his stomach dropping and mind beginning to race, he let out a disgraced sigh and changed his path. Paws cascaded across the greenery towards the scent in no time. Rather than finding a wounded individual, a surprise crossed his eyes. A knot began to form in his throat, whether that be of anger or of disappointment. For a moment, he could not find words.

What Byriath's reason contained was lackluster. It held no purpose, no information. Not bothering to make himself known, he barged into the conversation abruptly. "Explain yourself further, Byriath," came his simple demand. He tried to remain calm, but he could feel frustration bubbling up in his chest. Not only due to his physicality, but the situation before him. Romulus had worked to keep the Coalition of the Condemned neutral, but his vicar just arrived bloodied and pleased.