 iF THEY DON’T PUT ME AWAY iT’LL BE A MiRACLE
He didn’t yet realize that he was the only king. The rest of the packs were in the hands of females… well, that was weird. Somewhere in Makism’s chest, a dull ache tolls like a bell. He can feel it reverberate hard enough to rattle his teeth in his skull, and his shoulders and—and everything. Makism longs lowly for the Scots. He’d been a man among men, and everyone had been so wonderful there. Sure, there were those that were unsure of his situation with Quinn, but then again… there would always be the ones that wouldn’t be sure. It had been his home.
But this was his home now… only fitting it was Weylin’s old one. The ache isn’t allowed to stay as a woman appears, pale against the day that stretched about their shoulders. “Sometimes it’s better to ask politely… and then offer an ultimatum.” The shadow’s tail twitches, flickering back and forth at his haunches. Yes, a wag. Makism finds himself smiling softly, and before he can respond further to the pale wolfess more of the company comes out of the woodwork. “I’m sure we can find teachers, for both of you.” The man’s green eyes seem to shimmer as he starts to think… what a grand place this will be, in time.
Stubborn. Yeah, he was stubborn. It wasn’t something that he’d deny, but there was plenty he would. One of those things was that he had no idea what the fuck he was doing—oops. Quinn comes around and Makism lights up, immediately distracted as he hops down from the rock and nearly pounces on his mate. There’s so much excitement in his bones at simply seeing the creature… they hadn’t gotten to have a proper conversation, Makism being so busy and all. Softly, the dark man reaches up to tug at Tarquin’s ear and snuffle into the side of his face.
The rest come, and he’s a bit distracted. Makism had taken to chewing a bit nervously at the larger man’s nearest ear. Alana, then Sinopa appear, and Makism nods once more. “Then it’ll be what you can do to stay on my goodside.” He grins softly though, a few light words at the creatures that rest before him. He doesn’t know how to feel. Makism has been so conflicted for so long, and sometimes it’s hard to feel. Sometimes he can’t feel anymore. Now he can feel. Now he feels useful and strong, and maybe that helps too. Quinn’s presence calms him even further.
Pan appears, and the small man lets a wag of his tail go. His green eyes flicker slightly, brightly. It’s a fun sight, the golden boy looking older and more filled out. A bit of the dark man thinks of their first conversation with a lowly sigh, a gentle humor on his face. “Perhaps too long, Pan.” Gentle… so gentle. He’s gentle and shining in the daylight, a kind king for once? Sure. A kind king. A woman that calls herself Phoenix appears, and the man nods to her as well. There seemed to be so many. A pale girl comes too, and he realizes that he’s known her name at some point in time, but he doesn’t now. Makism will learn eventually.
Enigma and Cobryn are the last, and Makism nods as they enter. Another deep breath in shallow lungs, and he thinks these moments through. The next words could make him or break him, and he has no idea what he’s doing. He has… no idea anymore. “I’m Makism, and I’d like to welcome you all, in turn, to the new rule. I’m going to try to be fair to you all, but to be honest… I’ve never done anything like this.” His tail wags—too late to fake it till you make it, he figures. Just diving in head first, he’d do it that way.
“I find it unfortunate that I have to deal with matters elsewhere for a little while longer… it’s with that I leave you with a task and temporary appointments—“ The man broke off, green eyes scanning the group before him. “Whatever you were doing before the king’s death, continue to do it. I have eyes everywhere, and when I come back I’ll re-assess. Sound good?” The man stands by for questions, unsure of how to proceed. Unsure of… everything.
MAKiSM!
male | eight | king of Glorall | father to Sabriel, Dimitri, &Delta(adopted) | *Quinn’s |