Of all the things to be caught up in, a love triangle was not what Serris had in mind. Aindreas had found himself a girl, good and well for the boy, but it was no doubt his social awkwardness that caused the tension he saw before. And to make it worse, he now had the femme’s overprotective brother to deal with, and that brute did not mess around. It was comical in some aspects, although it was the dark side of humor that amused Serris so. He’d have to do something about it eventually... but Serris himself wasn’t so good when it came to love either, and his found his thoughts drifting to Alleria. It was only a brief repose, though, before a new scent wafted from the border and Serris casually turned to intercept it.
His load has eased slightly after giving out ranks, but there was always something beneficial with meeting strangers at the borders. It made an impression on both parties. But with the new responsibilities floating around, the dark leader adopted a lazy pace, eager to see if any would beat him to the prize. And indeed, it was none other than Aindreas’ scent that hastened to meet the new femme. The Alpha’s eyes narrowed slightly, amusement dancing within their depths. Always so prompt, that boy, always so eager to meet a new face when his vocals were scarred from loneliness.
Of course, the new Epsilon could accept new members into the pack. That was what he had earned. But Serris also said that he would be monitoring the lad, and that was exactly what he was doing. If the kid took offense to it then he could go back to being an Omega like the rest. Cruel? Maybe. But the old Serris was tearing through the new, and although Kobato’s influences would stay with the King forever, old dogs die hard. He grew close to the border and stopped just out of eyesight, eager to watch the situation. Aindreas seemed shaken up about something, and Serris could only guess it was that damn vixen that he’d gotten so tangled up in. His eyes rolled. And people wondered why he was a lone ruler.
He couldn’t quite make out the image of the stranger, but that was inconsequential. Looks were always nice, but considering what they had floating around the territory at the present time, anything would do. The alabaster male finally found his vocals and let loose a long string of words, somewhat harsh in their tone and demanding in their weight. The mention of his own title brought a smirk to the dark titan’s lips. Aindreas ended his speech with a mention of boredom and Serris rolled his sleek shoulders, standing to his full height an entering the area. A sly smile hung upon his muzzle, immense thought within his pools. He headed for Aindreas’ side, catching a glance at the femora. So was a canvas of pure white, every artist’s dream, with the beginnings of a masterpiece painted upon her skull. Odd, yet interesting. It was clear that she was young yet, a teen, but her size did not harm her, that was obvious. He turned his attention back to his own.
“Now now Aindreas, no need to be so harsh with the little lady. Charisma and intimidation, yes, but we are not cruel without reason.” He wasn’t yelling at the brute, rather instructing him. His seriousness was questionable, though, what with the look on Serris’ face and the light shoulder bump he gave the boy before padding to his own little space. He them turned to the she-wolf, banner flicking above his spine. “What can I do for you, princess?” His lips curled back slightly into a devious smile, aqua eyes flashing against the darkness of his pelt.
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