Time for change

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POSTED: Mon Dec 07, 2015 8:32 pm

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They had fought the two of them snarling and cursing each other as they debated what was best for the future of Anathema. Kentaro always right just because he was “prized” Toshiro hated that. Even now that Toshiro was on top he could still see Isolde watching him. What was so great about the darker brother? They had come to no resolution before they separated for the day and Toshiro. Toshiro made his way outside the pack lands to blow off some steam and try to come to a conclusion with the always right brother.

Kentaro huffed as he sat down looking at the papers that were strewn across the floor. The pair had different thoughts and deep down Kentaro wondered if he was wrong. The darker male just too proud to ever admit something like that. They both knew that Anathema was going to have to do something about the other packs around them Kentaro was not going to grovel at their feet like Toshiro suggested. He wanted nothing more them to tell them all to piss off but as Toshiro repeated over and over that would not protect anyone. Kentaro had caused the problem been irrational as he marched Anathema to New Dawn. Though no one tried to stop him either they followed and aided him in his quest. Huffing he kicked a chair and seated himself against a wall.

Toshiro had tried several times over the past few days to get Kentaro to understand what he was saying but over and over he was ignored. Toshiro groaned as he thought about it going back over and over again seemed foolish. Maybe he would need to drag Mido into the argument had Axelle still been around she would have sided with Toshiro and Mido would have too he just knew it the three of them could overwhelm the dark male.

The following morning Kentaro woke still in his office room crows moving with the change in time. The pale gold eyes looked about the room almost waiting for Toshiro to come in and start bothering him again. As the dark king fully woke he was surprised by how high the sun was in the sky already and Toshiro was not here. The brother had been non stop here almost the last two weeks. Had Kentaro proven his point had the male finally caved or was he cooking something up.

Kentaro stood as he heard an echo booming in sound compared to his own howl. Toshiro, his howl demanding and Kentaro could tell it was from within the castle. He turned as he moved to his door why was Toshiro calling a meeting?

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Toshiro stood in the large room where they all held their ceremonies. He was sore and not in a good mood what he was going to do would either cause Kentaro to finally bow before what he was saying or cause him to kill Toshiro in front of the whole pack. He called out demanding that everyone attend or else they would lose their ranks no questions. He was the second Angelo and the one who had a form of brain power he planned to use it. He waited watching those who gathered. He wondered what was going through each mind as they watched him standing there. He had ribs wrapped that Innya was kind enough to care for. Gideon had helped her with relocating his shoulder and stitching a few minor wounds. The second Anathema prince had felt better needless to say but he had other things to tend to.

Kentaro walked up beside him as Toshiro looked to him. ”What the hell happened to you?” Kentaro questioned as Toshiro lowered his voice and looked at him dead in the eyes. ”You” He spoke as he turned looking to the group of Anathemans who gathered.

”Thank you all for gathering upon my request. Our last year has been a bit of a chaotic disaster since we moved to the south. We tried to escape the overcrowding that seems to be happening in the north. Though we can’t seem to keep our nose out of drama since or dark king has taken his throne.” Toshiro spoke as he looked out among them. ”Since being in the south we have increased in troubled encounters. Between taking over a land that many loners had established themselves, to eliminating a pack in the north for what real reason?” Toshiro questioned shooting a look across the room to Pride. Toshiro took a moment as he looked to the other brother. Kentaro looked away from him as he said nothing looking amongst those in anathema. Kentaro did what he wanted and it helped an Anathema member end a conflict they had long outstanding.

Toshiro began to speak again as he looked to the crowd. ”What is Anathema? He questioned before he continued not expecting an answer as he was going to give one. Anathema is the land of misfits. Not the land of uncontrolled demons.” He answered. When our founders created this place we were a safe haven a place that those who fit nowhere else could be safe. We take in those who have killed those who are just a bit too twisted for the normal world but we as a whole are not blood thirsty killers. Anathema is a SAFE HAVEN” He repeated emphasizing the word. Our leader has brought trouble to Anathema we now have fear for where we can go we must mask being Anatheman because our leader believes life has no repercussions. It’s time our leader sees that there is a problem. That it’s time to go back to what Anathema was to go back to the land who accepted all and protected its own and left other lands alone. We are not evil. Toshiro called out as he looked to them all.

Kentaro looked at those around and he saw his daughters with their mother and Eva and Marc tucked in a corner though they seemed to be pleased with what Toshiro spoke. Kentaro looked to his brother, he felt himself on the border of rage and wanting to hide.

Toshiro looked to Kentaro ”This is the repercussions of your actions against other packs I was attacked and out classed I was not prepared for what came at me.” He spoke still load enough for the crowd to hear. ”As Angelo I won't let this happen to anyone else I will work to build an atonement for your transgressions”. He looked back out to those who gathered and waited a moment. ”It’s time we rebuilt our home better than it was before Anathema will rise from its ashes and all will see us for our power and strength but not in fear because that is not what Anathema is.” He looked to Kentaro. ”Anathema is a family, Anathema is not a war machine. Here’s to Anathema!” Toshiro called raising his good arm. ”Who will stand with me to rebuild Anathema?”

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Eva picked up a crystal and threw a pendant on around her neck. She would use the crystal to judge the room and the underlying intentions that why she could sort out how she should handle the situation. They made their way to the meeting room and even Marceline was there in the back. Evangeline smiled to her and then moved towards the front. She waited for the room to begin to fill before holding the chain of her crystal. She watched it for a moment watching the way it swayed to see how the room was feeling with all the tension.

Soon though Toshiro spoke as he did rarely he commanded the floor. Eva watched him his posture and the way he spoke. Even when Itzal went missing Toshiro had spoken as the pack was a whole a family. He valued the togetherness of Anathema. He was so different from her father who only valued himself and what he could gain. She listened to his words “Safe Haven” a place for those who don’t belong anywhere else. He truly shone bright standing there among the dim lit candles.

She watched as flames from the torches on the wall danced around him and the stone below him. It seemed like his intensity burned like the flames. She didn’t need to think about it in her young life she knew what she personally wanted. She looked to Briston who seemed to be lost in thought and before she could say anything he spoke but not to her.

Briston had listened he had been through Anathema’s hell been removed from his home captured and beaten fought for his life. No months later he was sworn to protect them all. He had sworn his life to all of Anathema but thought that killing and attacking weaker packs was what Anathema did. One foot moved ever so slightly forward as the Dasa raised a fist. ”I will help renew Anathema Angelo Toshiro” His words loud almost to loud for the room. He wanted to see his home become something great.

Evangeline looked to her uncle shock on her face for but a moment. ”Revival of the true heart to Anathema. Its time for change!” She added holding her crystal close. Briston looked to her and smiled. ”So this is what Anathema really is” He spoke she looked up at him and nodded.

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Several voices rang out against her ears as she leaned against a front table with her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes had rested on Kentaro, watching his face as Toshiro spoke out against him. Toshiro called Kentaro out on all his wrong doings and she wondered briefly if a duel would break out before everyone between the two brothers. She read the rage and discomfort on Kentaro’s face, but so far the dark King had not taken action. Toshiro did well to rile the crowd up, speaking magical words of “change,” “betterment,” “revival.” Those words sounded nice, but from what she knew of Anathema – several words like them had already been thrown around without much of that change to follow.

The only change that seemed to happen was that of bad change. Her father disappeared, then her mother. Packs that were once their allies now hated them. Anathema had not had but a friend in the world, except for maybe AniWaya - and she still didn't know where they stood either. Galilani couldn't provide much of an insight to that.

She didn’t believe Toshiro. And what was worse? She didn’t trust him. Toshiro had forced his way into leadership, and because of that, Lithia didn’t respect him. Her eyes rarely switched to Toshiro’s face, but her ears listened to his words. She didn’t believe them. They were only there to provide false hope to those oh-so-listening ears surrounding him. She would not be poisoned. She was faithful to the one true King - and that was Kentaro.

Several of her “family” called out, agreeing with him and his “revival,” but Lithia was set on hearing her King speak. When the crowd had settled down somewhat, she called out loud enough for others to hear her.

”And what do you have to say about this, Angelo Kentaro?” she boomed, her eyes only on him, ignoring Toshiro and his followers. Her expression was neutral, maybe even a little critical as she looked upon him. He disappointed her. Why was he so quiet?

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Spirit walked into the room where the meeting was to be held. Toshiro was the one who summoned it, and Spirit knew she couldn't be late to this one. She sat mostly away from the others, not yet familiar nor comfortable with a lot of them. Milakai sat down next to her, waiting for the second Angelo to speak.
When he did start speaking, he spoke of what Spirit imagined Anathema to be, a home to the misfits, a family. Toshiro was right, and she knew that deep down, she would've done the same if she were in his position. She called out with her accented voice, agreeing with him. But she still wanted to hear what the current king would say, and so did apparently another, except she called out loudly about it.
Curiously, Spirit turned her attention to Kentaro. What would he say about the obvious insults to his leadership? She studied him. She wasn't able to completely read him, but his body was slightly rigid, signing anger. She continued to watch, waiting as the empty seconds ticked by.

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All actions held consequence. Whether they be obvious ones such as a scar or death of another. Some of them are beneath he surface and eat away till they burst forth when you least expect it. Father was paying the price of war. The obvious pains involved by members were bluntly obvious. What Wrath was listening to today was the pot finally overflowing. Wrath hid in the crowd of Anathemans. His blood was royal, a proud lineage but what Toshiro was doing was both intelligent and rather foolhardy.

Wrath was blunt but poetically so something books taught him. Before played out a scene proper for a dagger. Father seemed to be burning quietly. The fire would burst forth soon. Uncle Toshiro would be the first to face a blade and any that were near when that flame erupted. Let the kings duel all they want, Anathema needed to display peaceful hues. They were lower in numbers compared to their foes. They had been destabilized with the recent loss of Axelle.

The son wanted his father given a bit more respect in the heated speech but discovered himself finding logic in heated words. Such an odd position to be in, he wanted to support the man that helped give him life but right now it was the uncle that made sense. It was too early to give full credit to either, Father would give his word. Wrath only hoped the man would back his brother and regain the crowd's favor. Despite these conflicting thoughts his eyes remained fixed on the pair, his face stoic as always.

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At the moment the booming, demanding voice drifted to the snow colored Venator's ears she lifted her head and dropped the lifeless goose she had killed back into the watery muck that was the swamp, turning to look at her companion Nuri, his sleek red form growing bulkier as the winter approached them, he had his own kill clenched between his jaws. Nyx had taken to hunting with the red fox kit she had rescued, bringing him on her morning runs as well so that the young male fox wouldn't feel lonely like he had in the past when Nyx plunged herself wholly into her duties to Anathema.

The female had brought her slave, Ronan, as well. She had long since removed the chain that binded him and treated the male more like a friend than a slave, and was confident now that the male was satisfied with his position and would not try to escape any time soon. She turned to the ruddy male wolf and said, "Ronan, y-you take these geese b-b-back to f-food storage, p-please." She stammered as she began to jog towards to source of the sound, turning her head to Nuri and barking out in her natural tongue of low speech, telling the red fox to follow her, and that he should come and observe with her as well.

"Right behind you!" The large red fox yipped back in high tongue, in response to his snowy friend, loping soundlessly behind her as the pair raced off towards the castle, leaving Ronan to tend to their kills alone. The two four-legged canines raced across the somewhat frosted ground, muddy paws pelting the ground as they hurried to the castle to see what it was that Toshiro had called a meeting for. it was strange to think that the other royal blooded coyote was a king to her now as well. Things were constantly changing and she didn't know quite how well she could keep adjusting, but if it meant remaining and proving her loyalty, she would sure as hell try.

The two small hunters managed to slip soundlessly into the meeting hall where all of Anathema had gathered. The muddy Venator and her red companion found their way over to a familiar grey form standing in the corner, before Nyx began to shift into her Optime form and listen to what the people around her were saying. "Change"? "Rebuild"? The small female was a bit confused as to the situation, but paying attention she soon realized what exactly people were talking about. Angelo Toshiro wished to band together and rebuild Anathema into the family of misfits that it had always been meant to be. The warrior let out a low anxious whine and stood a bit taller, nodding her head. Yes, this sounded like a good idea.

As the crowd of people gathered spoke aloud and among themselves, Nyx pondered, gazing up at the red king and his silent dark king brother. She had faith that Kentaro knew that she was loyal to a fault. Nyx would work herself to the bone and give her life for her pack, but the only question she had was weather or not Kentaro agreed. The demon king stood there silently as Toshiro took the spotlight, and Nyx was confused. She decided to speak up, albeit timidly, the snow colored wolf-dog stepped forward from where she stood in the corner and spoke. "I-I agree that s-s-something within the h-heart of this pack needs t-t-to change." She said, pausing to gather her thoughts. "I-I will do what is needed o-of me, Angelo Toshiro, b-but are the two o-of you in a-agreement?" The militant specialist asked, her ears lowering as her amethyst gaze flickered between the two kings.

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Tidying the room a sad realization struck the male. It was time to vacate for a much bigger room or a place of their own otherwise. These tight single body capable quarters weren’t cutting it for pride and himself. Too many things belonging to the huskadore cluttered their small space: books, papers, desks, weapons and various tools of his trade. His better half was amiss, more than likely patrolling or other reconnaissance, intel related duties she liked to keep up on.

Reverberating harshly along the castle walls was the uniqueness of Toshiro’s call. Angrily he demanded everyone attend a meeting, not one he knew so unplanned it was. Mido honestly didn’t like the tone though, clearly something pertaining to Kentaro. It was normal for siblings to argue and fight but this was ridiculous. Entering the meeting area the Rakeeb moved toward the front to stand near the bickering brothers. Many already gathered and without a doubt the room was not done filling. Among the increasing bodies was Pride, his son and several other members. The newest leader looked physically worse for wear. Judging from the dirty looks and evil glare the fighter simply made an assumption about what happened to him.

Toshiro stole the metaphorical spotlight and commanded Anathema’s attention. He took the time and opportunity to speak up about the things that bothered him. He regarded his brother’s actions as if they were transgressions against the pack. Was this a genuine meeting or an attack on Kentaro? Passionate things said by the second Lykoi stirred mixed feelings and old memories in Mido. Was it how he acted like he completely understood the pack and what it was? He himself was not present for the founding but he did get to be part of the originals. Now that Axelle was gone, was he the only one who could recall the old Anathema? A sad but silent sigh escaped his maw. Per chance given individuals around the room spoke their minds and agreeance. Cold eyes followed to each who took the chance and spoke.

Shifting his attention from those in front of them he turned slightly. I’ll tell you boys, with everything that’s happened I don’t think rebuilding is the best answer. He said not sure if Toshiro meant anew. You want to redefine us and what we do to how we were prior, you have my support. Not that you kids would actually know what we were like before your mother was Angela. He teased the Lykoi’s. Looking back to the members he raised his voice. Mistakes have been made without a doubt. We cannot take back what we’ve done and we will not place the blame solely on Kentaro or anyone else. The Rakeebs tone held strong and true. This does not at all mean we can’t learn, Anathema can be better, stronger collectively.


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Breathe in... A sharp inhale, held in the quiet atmosphere of the room. Calm, relaxed, he sat completely motionless. Going out today, are we? Closed eyes parted, the wolf looking at the stone floor below him. That... is none of your concern. You know, I liked it better when you tried to ignore me. Felt like you were nicer to me then. Breathing back out, Lukos crossed his arms and focused. Get outta here. he told himself simply.

Ever since you learned that stupid trick from prince boy, you've been quick to write me off. I have feelings too ya know. Turning his head, the grey male concentrated harder. Scram. Hey no fair. You get all the fun. Well at least think of me a bit? The voice quickly faded away, not even an echo remaining. "Nope." The wolf jumped off his bed and onto his paws, stretching his arms up to the ceiling. Scratching the back of his head behind his ears, he headed towards the door, planning on going to say hello to a little someone today. As he yanked the door ajar though, a piercing call reverberated through the halls. Great, what stunning timing. At least he was in control of himself for now, if the howl had come a minute earlier it might have broken his concentration. Who knows what that might have done.

With one hand in a pocket, Lukos descended the stairs to the meeting, entering the scene and taking note of who was there. Toshiro, newest addition to the circle of leaders that slightly dipped in population because of Axelle, was looking worse for wear. Or in more blunt words, like absolute crap. Kentaro was also present, not much expression at the moment. As the other members began to trickle in, Lukos paced his way to a corner of the room, leaning against the wall with his arms folded and his legs crossed.

Once it seemed that everyone arrived, Toshiro began with thanking everyone for coming to the meeting. Not like they had a choice since he was holding their ranks hostage, but it wasn't like they'd be rude and ignore him anyways. The Angelo began an impassioned speech, holding Kentaro and his actions in scrutiny. Suddenly, a white hunter popped up next to the grey wolf, leaving him delighted that he got to see Nyx after all. "Hey kiddo." he whispered to her, noticing the red fur clinging rather close to the Purson as she shifted. "I'm sorry, I don't believe I've met this little fella." he said slightly less muted, crouching down in curiosity.

Toshiro was speaking with more energy now, causing Lukos to momentarily forget about the fox and stand up straight. Phrases of returning to the home they once knew caught Lukos like a snare, a long buried weakness re-awoken. For as much as Toshiro was talking for Anathema, the words flowing from his mouth began to sound more like a vendetta than revival. He was really digging for emotions now, getting the crowd fired up and in a frenzy. With a paw raised in the air, he posed the question that was being developed and primed for the whole time. Unifying for "the cause".

Many eager little Anathemans were quick to show their support, while others were much more reserved, wanting to hear Kentaro's side as well. Strangely, the coyote king was rather quiet. The only thing that gave him away was his expression as he glared at his brother. Even Nyx came forth, taking Lukos by surprise as she pledged to do her duty, though with her devotion to the pack should have told him so. And at least the little woman was sensible to ask if the kings weren't opposed to each other, instead of hollering for change. And then Mido spoke up, offering his thoughts on the matter from his position. With all this talk and uncertainty, Lukos started to get the feeling that he should speak as well.

"If I may say something, I'd like to speak similarly to the Rakeeb." he started, calmly walking from the wall towards the center as he gave Mido a knowing nod. "The recent talk has been about change, and restoring Anathema to what it was, yes?" Pausing for a moment, Lukos pocketed a paw and shrugged with the other. "Not to undermine the whole "revival" aspect being used, but what our Rakeeb spoke of struck a nerve. Who hear even remembers the old Anathema? Or better yet, which of us were even around then?" Passively, the wolf looked directly at the leaders now, proceeding on cautious grounds.

"What I'm talking about is not Aeron's rule, but the first leader. The long forgotten age of Naniko D'Angelo, who I had the pleasure to meet. While I may have joined Anathema towards the tail end of this era, having joined only months before the then leaders disappearance, but I was able to get a feel for the pack." Before becoming to reminiscent on Memory Lane, the wolf looked to Toshiro with respect, but an inquisitive gaze as well. "Do you know what it is to be a misfit, Sir Angelo? With all respect, you speak of what we were, but all you've ever known is what we are. Which is nothing wrong, mind you." he quickly recovered before getting back to his point, "But many of those here have only known the life of Anathema. Existence outside of this family is an alien concept, full of unfamiliarity."

Pausing for breath, he turned to his fellow members all around him. "Who besides me were even a part of Anathema before Aeron's reign? Mido? Pride? Bridget?" he spoke their names, giving an expression of respect to each. And with the realization that he just named all the remaining Anathemans who had been alive under Naniko. Was this really all that was left? Enough luperci to count on one paw? Shaking his mind of this sobering fact, he continued to address the Angelos. "I'm not calling these actions into question. In fact, as long as everyone benefits, you both have my full support, and I'm sure that while there may have been a few..."

Lukos faltered, glancing at Kentaro. Misjudgments," he said delicately, not wanting to upset the dark king. "I'm sure whether you want to hear it or not, Aeron would be proud of how well the pack survived. And as a personal belief, that's what we are. Survivalists. A family that looks after each other, to come together as a whole and keeps each other living. No one leader will change that about us." he stated earnestly, eyes flicking between the two. "But bringing back nothing but ghosts of a lost age will not help us. If we really want to change, it has to be a change that is defined by ourselves, and not our predecessors. True, we are not harbingers of death and destruction. It was said that a luperci's history could be exactly that, as long as it stays history. We accepted the ones that others didn't, the murderers, the thieves, and the like. But Anathema did not go out of it's way to become these things."

Taking a bow in the direction of the leaders, Lukos showed that he was on both of their sides. "Thank you for listening to an old wolf." His piece said, the wolf silently and somewhat awkwardly moved back to his companion's side. Leaning against the wall once more, he let out a sharp breath. And, breathe out.

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There were others that spoke out against Toshiro’s word, such as Nyx surprisingly, and Lukos. They must have discussed it ahead of time. It was strange that they’d both feel strongly of this. Lithia still remained at the table with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze still rested upon Kentaro’s face with an expecting glint in her eyes.

Lukos stepped forward and gave his piece, calling Toshiro out on his lack of terminology. He was right: they had no idea what they were talking about. Kentaro and Toshiro were born during Aeron’s reign; they hadn’t even known Naniko or Alaki before they left. But who was Lithia kidding? She didn’t know them personally either. Only the long-time members knew, and slowly they were dwindling from the pack. Her mother would have had words about this meeting, given that she was here. Lithia watched Lukos from the corner of her eye as she looked over her shoulder. It was then that Tzila settled on the table behind her.

Lukos asked who would have known how their old ways were, calling out some of the older members he could think of. Kohaku was also one of them, given that he was present. He was just an adolescent then, but he would have remembered probably.

”Our mother would have,” Tzila shouted out against Lukos’s question, despite its irrelevancy.

"Well, she's not fucking here, is she?" Lithia growled, earning a surprised look from her sister. Axelle wasn’t there with them anymore. She was gone, so why the hell did she matter in this debate? She couldn’t provide anything to them now. If Lithia's head could stretch all the way around to glare at Tzila, she would have. However, she didn't want to move from her stone-cold position in front of Kentaro.

Lithia alleviated her eyes and focused her gaze back on Kentaro, waiting for his next set of words. By now, she was sure, he had a lot to say.

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Toshiro had felt empowered for the first time. What made him feel better the first to side with him his young niece and her slave. If he could gain a majority of the pack on his side the group could cast aside the dark king. Toshiro listened as others began to voice their opinions and he felt his power slide slightly. He was supposed to turn Anathema against kentaro to out the dark male and finally gain what he felt he deserved. He glanced to his brother who seemed to be listening to everything. Though he couldn't tell if the king would shout or speak at all.

He listened to Lithia pipe up asking Centro what he thought. What did it matter what he thought he had no real brains.He looked to the younger girl and then to the others that began to speak. Nyx in one breath swore loyalty and in the other questioned Kentaro. He looked to his brother again and watched him with interest before Lukas began to speak. As Toshiro moved to speak he caught Kentaro move in the corner of his eye. He almost flinched thinking he would be struck but the male only moved past him.

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Standing there he had watched as his daughter had sided with Toshiro. He then heard others pipe up Lithia and then Nyx, Mido, and Lukos. Kentaro took in their words and formed his own as he looked to Toshiro. Stepping forward he stood firm his posture changed from aggravation to leader. Centro was very proud something he had learned and he would not easily bend to the force his brother was trying to be.

“Change, that's an odd concept for me to grasp as we have never lost who we are.” He spoke looking to Lithia and then the others. “Anathema is a family Toshiro is right on that, we hold strong when together bonded by mistakes of our pasts and the future we hold is uncertain. Toshiro is also right that Anathema is not a war machine, my goal was not to use it as one. Pride was missing and we have always struggled with certain packs. While yes I will admit rushing in was wrong, but I would do the same with another pack for anyone else in this room.” He spoke.

Kentaro looked to his brother. “While we disagree on many things, Anathema will always be my first priority.” He stepped into the crowd where Lithia stood, “you are right your mother is not here. But everyone else is and we will all still stand by you and Tzilia. Because that is what Anathema is and does. Toshiro has made many good points and those who have been here the longest have also made valid points. I'm not going to chase the ghosts of our past I was not here when they were. He spoke as he looked to Lukas and Mido. Anathema may be in a rough patch but we will get through this. he spoke as he turned to Toshiba. Throwing blame is easy to do Toshiro. He spoke his voice stern. I don’t know if you remember the first time we had issues with New Dawn and Casa. Their men marched on Anathema we were young then but I remember the way members didn’t defend Maxen how even mother faltered on defending him. I will not be that leader, I will race to the aid of my members even if it ends my life. He almost shouted almost losing his cool as he looked to Mido. The to the group he stood amount. As a whole we can do better its time we shift our ranks a bit and welcome more to our home. We have so much room to expand down here. We are further from any other packs while that can be a challenge it is also a blessing.

Kentaro stopped for a moment and looked to the brother who stood almost in awe. So in a sense Toshiro is not wrong there needs to be a change but not the way Toshiro wants to do it. We will all work as a family and build Anathema better then it was and write our own legacy

See my crown, I am king

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Kentaro Lykoi
They say I’m a criminal cause I walk in a different way

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