05-21-2021, 10:48 PM
Ding dong, the wicked bitch takes over after the other. After witnessing Aphra's death during the raid, Romulus wished her demise would remain permanent. To his disappointment, the abusive mother crawled her way back to the Coalition of the Condemned with power in mind. While she was the highest rank before them, he dearly wished for her dismissal. Abusive, uncaring, and wicked, Aphra was not deserving of the throne his parent's and sister once held. To hear her call from the center island's meeting place caused a lowly growl to erupt from his throat.
He traveled over in silence. Romulus made no plans to sit near anyone, but instead sat near the back and observed the other's reactions. His gaze settled on Maude temporarily. For as much as he held disdain for her actions, he couldn't deny his sister's crazed demeanor, but was ending her suffering the logical choice? Craning his head, the lion merely shook his head in disappointment. How the mighty have fallen.
Rounded ears pinned to the back of his head as he listened. He disregarded her words. The hesitance in her voice about Sojourn's funeral made her sound almost ungrateful. That feeling was not new with Aphra though. Clearing his throat, the lion spoke outwards. "I will be holding my sister's funeral," he stated firmly. If anyone wanted to challenge him on that aspect, then so be it. The lion had nothing else to lose. He would get his way.
With no other demands, the lion stood up. Romulus looked out at those who gathered once more, only to turn tail and walk away without another word.
//out unless stopped/new announcements
He traveled over in silence. Romulus made no plans to sit near anyone, but instead sat near the back and observed the other's reactions. His gaze settled on Maude temporarily. For as much as he held disdain for her actions, he couldn't deny his sister's crazed demeanor, but was ending her suffering the logical choice? Craning his head, the lion merely shook his head in disappointment. How the mighty have fallen.
Rounded ears pinned to the back of his head as he listened. He disregarded her words. The hesitance in her voice about Sojourn's funeral made her sound almost ungrateful. That feeling was not new with Aphra though. Clearing his throat, the lion spoke outwards. "I will be holding my sister's funeral," he stated firmly. If anyone wanted to challenge him on that aspect, then so be it. The lion had nothing else to lose. He would get his way.
With no other demands, the lion stood up. Romulus looked out at those who gathered once more, only to turn tail and walk away without another word.
//out unless stopped/new announcements