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For some reason or another, Bright Moon was starting to attract more and more vargs to its territory lines. If Darcia had not been caught up in his own dilemma of wondering just where these pack members went as soon as they got settled in, perhaps he would be grateful for the newcomers. But at the moment, the recent return of his Beta, and a still scheduled time to speak with his Epsilon was sending him into a frenzy. Not only that, but he still needed to spend time with Danger, so that the man would know that Darcia himself was not a ghost that only showed his facial features at the borders when someone called, but was indeed a leader who would come to the side of his soldiers should they need him or not. Not a tyrant but a vigilante who has taken on title of sentinel... His words that he had spoken to Grey Joy echoed through his thoughts, bringing a hint of curiosity to the sleepy man's processing. If he was not going to get up soon, he might as well be one of the ones who lay beneath a flowered grave... So, the brute took to his pillars, allowed himself a few moments to situate himself, and then moved towards the borders. An unknown scent hit his nares almost instantly-- big surprise there. But that which accompanied it (as he moved closer he found), was actually of interest. Summer, just the varg he needed to be looking for; he needed to speak with him about his trip to Moondown and the similiar scent that had clung to the pelts of two fair misses, and-- Scion. A new creature that seemed to have gone through a lot in the time that had been given to him. Not that that wasn't everyone's story anyway, but Scion seemed a tad bit... different. When he finally closed the distance between himself and the trio that stood with a duet facing a solo, he kept to himself for a while. Why push a conversation or make it to be a bit tense when he could just pick up on the details from a safe distance? Watch how the wanderer reacted to the ones with his cologne dancing with their own... Darcia being who he was, kept his body language still. There was nothing about him that screamed 'leader' or 'monarch.' Nothing that suggested he was any different than the ones facing the nameless one now (whom he assumed to be a girl based on the skeletal structure that he could see) would ever come to face save for the one simple and very prominant fact being that his stench covered the borders.
She had interesting coloring, that he would give to her; one with a white pelt was prone to impurities, but Darcia had never lain mismatched stargazers on one that had russet as blush on their cheekbones. Summer seemed to have been the one to have arrived first-- based on his stance and the uneasy tilt to his listeners, he was on guard. Of course, the blood could be contributing to that. With a kill so close to their borders, it was a bit of a surprise. Interest sparked in the Pharoah's sun and ocean glass marbles. However a quick scan for wounds or shortness of breath that would send the ribs on a sprinted pace proved that it was not either of his own men's work. Scion stood a little behind Summer. That was not something the dark ebon raven was interested in. If it did not surprise him, he did not hold much interest in whatever was happening. He did notice, however, that the new male was very perceptive. Even after moments of keeping his head towards the lady on the other side, he took his sweet time before turning to survey Summer's own position. A very smart move that Darcia would have called out to give credit to should he have been right there beside them. Unconciously his heart leaped at the thought of going into battle against the hessain, or perhaps beside him. But he swallowed the heart beat and ignored the fact that it had even reared its ugly head in the first place. That was not who he was anymore, and he would not revert back to it anytime soon. Hopefully never. The czar was barely close enough to the gathered individuals to pick up on any words exchanged, but the moving of jowls was registered as he turned to make his way down towards them so that he may raise hell. Thankfully he had not missed her name, which he tended to do at times. Faces and names to go along with them were never quite his thing.
After reaching them, he said nothing, but did step casually close to Scion before continuing onto Summers side (that which was opposite the one so that Scion would still be able to see and not be blocked), which he was closer to now, but signaled a greeting with his banner to Scion as he did so. A flicker of his listener as he stretched his nape forward was his own greeting to the ranked varg here. And then, his gaze flickered to the miss across the lines. A tussle long enough to send him in the right direction would have been kinder to your beautiful pelt, miss Roz-Lye. It looks to have been unsettled and perhaps soiled. Ever the cold speaker, that Darcia. He raised his nape, his eaves pressed forward, listening for any smart backtalk that she might let loose from her mouth. Girls were not necessarily the easiest for him to deal with-- seeing as he came from a pack that only raised males and kept women far far away until one soldier was selected to breed for their brute-like qualities. Of course with time and more interaction he had honed his ability to speak with them as creatures of the same status. Do not be put off-- Darcia was far from sexist. Deciding to be a bit... 'playful' today, the mage turned his duo-toned sights sideways towards Scion. Scion... what would you have done with the coyote? He would give time for the brujo to answer (if he chose to at all), and then he would turn back to the ess. Bright Moon does not turn away weary travellers. Summer would you please accompany Roz-Lye and perhaps help her find herself a place to rest, and if she would like to clean herself, show her to the river so she does not have to make the trek herself? He did not smile nor give any sign of gentleness that perhaps those of Saw Tooth or Spring Grounds would receive. Darcia was not a kind alpha. He was a perceptive and attentive one. He cared but he did not emit warmth as some others did.
Before Summer left (if he chose to), Darcia would speak quietly to him, promising to see him soon so that they may finish up a conversation that had been left high and dry for far too long. Then, with an acknowledgment to the female, he would turn back around and take the time to send a half-smile to Scion and then he would be off once more. Seeking out his idiot Beta and best friend... and in some way or another, his significant other, Iason.
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