closed starter for @alekgray location: all fours
The events of Lupercalia seemed so long ago now, but Remus could not forget it. As much as he had looked down upon the lycans back when he was a vampire, that was a long time ago now. It seemed like he had lived several different lives with many different faces. This one that he was currently inhabiting had been one stolen from a man that knew no better. He had been a witch that Remus took from and had no care for if he lived or died. The terror had a one track mind. He knew what he wanted and he made sure it was going to happen. At some point. It took too much time to really handle this whole Romulus thing and he wanted to get it done as quickly as possible now. What point did he have in waiting? There were others in the way that would make it difficult for him, but it seemed these lycans had a common goal. Not in killing his brother, but in making sure the Senate got put down quickly. Plus, he did like the idea of bloodshed. That seemed to be something only the lycans could provide to him right now. He certainly wasn’t getting an army from the drow.
His in to make his way to the alpha had been to mimic one of the many lycans that could make their way through the thick fog that blinded those that did not wield the proper tools to wander through it. Once he had gotten to the bar, he let go of the face for the one that he had been wearing for many years now. A drink was in his hand as he waited for an appearance from the one they called Alek. A volatile alpha. Remus was a bit of a fan of someone who would rip a heart out and eat it in front of a large crowd of people. He would never admit to such a thing though. His own ego was large enough for one room. He certainly didn’t need someone else’s blowing up as well. The terror was a bit selfish in that way.
“Alek Gray, correct?” That was the name he had remembered being said and the face he remembered. “We have a lot to discuss.”















