The Morning Report

[Clopin]

Before the gypsy king could answer, Dante’s ears perked up at the question. From his perch above the crowd, he lunged forward, almost to the edge, and stared down at the young man, emerald eyes burning with fury.

“How dare you—!”

“Now, now Dante. He has every reason to ask. But I thank you, mon ami. Come now, we can’t be scaring off the recruits, you silly wolf dog.”

The silver dog returned to his king’s side reluctantly, muttering something about disrespecting their king, and how dare the boy, and everything in between. Virgil merely snickered, earning him a death glare from the other.

“Mon ami, of course you have every right to question. But see here, for as long as I have been king, my people have put their lives in my hands, as they did for my mother and father. I have kept them safe from harm as much as I could manage. I won’t lie—some lives have been lost, but I did my very best to prevent that. In the end, you can only do as much as is humanly possible. It is my duty to ensure that I protect all of you. But of course, actions speak better than words. I will leave it up to you…all of you, to decide when the time comes.”

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While the Jungle King wasn't completely satisfied by Clopin's answer he did not raise his voice again, instead, he fell silent. Letting the other members of the army voice their concerns. Yet his eyes still stayed narrowed, untrusting of everything that came out of the King's mouth. Men, men were beings that he could not trust. Still, he was trying too despite all odds.

The sound of a young man's voice though caused his head to jerk over to Varian. Black tinged ears seemed to swivel forward to listen to his words. He was bold, Khan would give him that much. He almost liked how out front he was about his own concerns. Khan, in some odd aspect, was thinking that same exact thought.

Long ebony claws slide from his toes. Each one tapped on the ground as if waiting impatiently before a low rumble echoed out of him when one of Clopin's hounds growled out at the Varian. "I suggest you don't do that, dog." His voice tinged with obvious volatile intent. He made no attempt to hide such.

The 'fun' was cut brief though, Clopin stepped in before it could escalate any further. At least the King was quick on his feet. ShereKhan shifted on his own feet after that, tense body easily showing of coiled strong muscles under his well-kept pelt. The tiger slowly resided to sitting down amongst his 'peers' with some reluctance. Things were getting interesting and quickly.

[Varian]

Varian only flinched a little when the silvery wolf dog jumped in defense of his king, and it was more from the surprise of being told off by a canine than it was fear of being harmed. The raccoon on his shoulder, however, let out an alarmed series of chatters and scaled to the boy's head, "no disrespect intended, of course, I've just had my fill of kings and pretty words...." He shrugged dismissively and quieted, allowing him a chance to answer the question he'd raised.

He could see the merit in his words, and at least they sounded fairly honest, he wasn't attempting to cover the fact that people had died, it was enough to satisfy him...He was right, after all, actions did speak louder than words, he had plenty of time to see the real merit of this Rogue king.

He nodded and stepped back, seeming to be at least for the moment satisfied with that answer, "right, we'll see then." He said the words in a tone that didn't give much away, he wasn't entirely convinced, but arguing would do nothing for anyone, so he would leave it be for the moment.

[Clopin]

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