| *Mortus Sero || Alpha || Warlord|
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With patience he held himself firmly atop his perch, lenses locked ahead in what seemed like a trance. The summon took little time to take affect and before any form of impatience of irritation could settle into his mind figures became emerging from the labyrinth they called home. Still his stare was locked ahead, peering deep into the tightly wound shadows of the forest’s depths. It was only as Anima emerged from the spindly trees that his gaze fell from its trance and came to rest on her features, her maw cradling the tiny body of their daughter, Circe. Auds flickered forth as she spoke, requesting his assistance in watching over the pup before leaping back into the darkness to retrieve the others. His lenses remained locked on her miniscule body as she wobbled to her feet and attempted to explore the base of the large bark structure before her. Short cries left her lips, confused and frustrated banter. Swiftly he brought himself free of the throne and settled his haunches to the verdant carpet just at the base of the fallen giant. Hefty paws jostled her rather gently until she was positioned between his two forelimbs, at which point she tumbled to the earth and found herself content nestled against his limb. The others arrived shortly after, strong and in good health. Though it pleased him to see them thriving, his mask remained stagnant and poised with its familiar void. He looked down to them, lowering his skull as Xavier approached, he stared at the young one for a moment before persuading him back to his mother’s side with a soft push.
Soon enough the company had gathered, well, most of them at least. Within his mind the names of those who had failed to make themselves present flew, filing away moments later. Still, there were matters to be dealt with and so he hoisted himself free from his seated position, taking once last glance over the gathered Serons before he shattered the silence with familiar baritones, “Firstly I would like to introduce you all to the first litter of Mortus Sero. Tybalt, Circe and Xavier.” With the official introduction of his pups out of the way Torvald hastily moved onto more political business, “Next, it has come to my attention that the Tribe’s current leader doesn’t think so fondly of us.” A wicked sneer broke across his features, a low huff of a laugh seeping free, “He proved himself a fool, just as the previous leader and so has sealed his fate. The Tribe has named itself an enemy of the Serons. Any of their members spotted around the borders of our territory are to be attacked without the courtesy of warning. Let only the stains of their blood linger around our lands.” With the word’s completion he allowed his jaws to snap together, a sharp clasp echoing throughout the company before silence took firm hold once more. His hackles, having begun to raise from the prospect of many a battle to come, now settled themselves back upon his spin, “Our other neighbors, Sanctus Regnum and Silver Cove are still to be treated cordially. As for the minuscule pack which calls themselves Cadua Enfeda, they are of little concern to us. Still, they do not hold the convenience of calling us an ally, and I believe they will soon be traversing the same unfortunate path the Tribe wolves have chosen.” Another sinister smirk licked at the very corners of his maw as he spoke of the church dwellers.
After a moment he alteration to his features faded and slowly he drew in a breath, pausing but a moment before allowing jaws to fall free and baritones to boom forth, “Ranks.” he stated simply, allowing his lenses to fall over the congregation, “Warden, Albersev and Wolfsbane you will all now hold the title of Zeta.” To each he offered a momentary stare before moving on, “Those who will now hold the rank of Epsilon are Bane, Thorn, Scott, Rav, Kuura and Anima. Additionally Bane and Thorn, you will now hold the title of Warrior.” He paused only long enough to confirm that all who had been promoted were present and within his sights before continuing on, “There are now a number of yearlings who will serve as apprentices to their appointed mentors. Ciel, you will be mentored by Thorn. Sita, you will be mentored by Kuura. Noctus, you will be mentored by Bane. And Dalena, you will be mentored by Rav.” Auds flickered lightly as he awaited any whispers of disapproval, though he knew none present dare to hiss at such an assignment. Rather, they should be honored and pleased to know that they, at least in the eyes of the warlord, were fit to train another. “Finally, a pack hunt is to be organized in the near future.” His mind shuffled with thoughts, confirming he had addressed the points he wished for the time being. Short and sweet. With that he allowed his lenses to filter over the gathering one last time, “Should anyone feel compelled, you may speak your piece now.”
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