There are few who deny -- Singing

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Since being accepted by his less than equal darling brother he had been stalking the perimeter,  taking his time to get to know this island. The fact that it had been torn asunder was not exciting for him. Things happened to land many many times over and what he wished to do here was a lot more sinister in tone. Still for the moment he had a purpose here that would not be divulged too soon. No he wished to wait and watch the denizens. After all one had already given quite the entertaining thought and picture of who they were. A shitshow. Laughter left his maw but was quickly to fade when he came across the soft voice upon the wind. His ears pulled forward and the ravenesque king made his way toward the sound, emerging from the darkness that seemed to pull at his very pelt. His dual toned eyes found her and he listened with hooded eyes before her voice faded into silence. "The beauty has a voice. Bravo. Singing is definitely not one of my many talents." He spoke with humor as he allowed his figure to settle upon the sands and his eyes to cast up to look upon the night sky and the moon itself. Calm night it was. One worth a trilling of music if he had anything to say about it. Would continue for him?