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It's been a week since Jervis' reign started. Little has been addressed. Who was he? What did he aspire to do with his clan? and why did he make such a show when the Typhooners had followed him in suit? Well, those questions would be answered soon enough. Not only did he have plenty in store for them, but he had several ideals he wanted to make very clear with his reign. As of right now, most members were in the dark. Others were confused on who he represented, especially after he presented the reduction of slavery and an alliance with their enemy understandably. Needless to say, they were in for a wild ride.
Traveling up mossy steps of the temple, their newest ardent walked with swagger and his snout high to the sky as per usual. His demeanor of cockiness has only grown. Not only that, but he was as self-serving as ever. One would think he was descending further into his own narcissistic madness given the power he now had. He'd call it personally redemption. Jervis, though, kept a facade of a grateful smile upon his maw as he stood at the top of the temple's stairs.
For a few moments he looked out towards those roaming. Some caught his attention, lowering their head to the ground and looking away from his gaze, but the inferiors eventually gathered near the bottom of the steps. They knew he had something to say. Whether it pertained to them or not wouldn't matter. Despite his kindness to The Typhoon, many were predisposed already to the fact that meetings were mandatory. Otherwise, punishment would follow. His reign would be no different.
The impish fox would make his presence greater and more well known compared to the others nevertheless. It all started with today. "Pittians," he barked, demanding their attention. "Gather for a novel meeting with your newest leader." And thus he waited.
Traveling up mossy steps of the temple, their newest ardent walked with swagger and his snout high to the sky as per usual. His demeanor of cockiness has only grown. Not only that, but he was as self-serving as ever. One would think he was descending further into his own narcissistic madness given the power he now had. He'd call it personally redemption. Jervis, though, kept a facade of a grateful smile upon his maw as he stood at the top of the temple's stairs.
For a few moments he looked out towards those roaming. Some caught his attention, lowering their head to the ground and looking away from his gaze, but the inferiors eventually gathered near the bottom of the steps. They knew he had something to say. Whether it pertained to them or not wouldn't matter. Despite his kindness to The Typhoon, many were predisposed already to the fact that meetings were mandatory. Otherwise, punishment would follow. His reign would be no different.
The impish fox would make his presence greater and more well known compared to the others nevertheless. It all started with today. "Pittians," he barked, demanding their attention. "Gather for a novel meeting with your newest leader." And thus he waited.