Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

i’m sorry for the lame post, i don’t want to hold anything up while i’m away!

Small conversations happened between smaller parties — and Komodo’s comment about the waterways went largely ignored. This, he was fine with. He was a confident man, but not entirely keen on being the center of attention. It was why that most of his years, up until now, had been spent as a vagrant, a lone traveling man; Komodo craved not glory nor title, but instead desired the open road and the freedom it provided so readily. This need for detachment often gave him a pause when he considered his role with this group of wolves, tossed ashore by the sea itself, and for many individual moments upon this island he mused what this would mean for his insatiable wanderlust. If he assumed responsibility, which by now seemed to be him, would he be able to uphold it? So many lives that needed guidance — and it seemed there were so few amongst them willing to provide such services. He might be the only one.

ah, but he should not have been so quick to assume! Ixchel drifted into the center of the crowd with almost a cocky arrogance and Komodo raised an eyebrow at her brazen entrance. Had he not known the woman, known her strong personality and inability to take anyone’s shit, the earthstalker might have been offended, but no. It was very much like her to call him out; though if it weren't for him, the potential pack members might have remained no more than strangers. A chuckle and a smile played upon his lips, as Ixchel and Axolotl were too damn similar. 

He opened his earthen maw to reply, but was surprised to find his voice ousted by that of the small, fiery mouse woman. She was quick to provide clarification for Ixchel, but Komodo remained unperturbed. The man pressed himself against the waifish form of Aria, as if humored by the whole thing… it was all pretty dramatic and comical after all, was it not? “It seems that I have been spoken for,” the brute noted with a notch of an eyebrow, meeting Ixchel’s gaze and providing a toothy grin. He could only imagine what Axolotl’s maiden meant by such a statement — and he decided not to linger upon it.

But then Dakarai voiced his desire for leadership, followed by Faeryn, and then an unknown male came onto the scene and was too close to his Coelacanth and suddenly the chiseled shaman found himself gritting his teeth in sincere annoyance. It was so like pack wolves to jump at the sound of prestige and titles and women — but were they willing to put in the work to uphold those duties? Did they have the initiative, the drive...  or did they simply wish to take when things were handed to them? Were they as adaptable as the island was volatile? Komodo may not have been born a leader, but his healthy ego made him to believe he harbored stronger skills in these areas than any of those in the audience — save those he held in high regard. 

For a second, Komodo closed his eyes and rooted through his mind for a way to shut down these wolves, so hungry for a shot at influence or sought connection with the women Komodo thought of as his. “We all have a role to play in the weeks and months to come.” he muttered through a slight grit in his teeth. Did he need to placate them? “Significant roles,” he amended, looking directly at Dakarai and Faeryn and Ixchel and Constantine and the crop-earred newcomer. “We should not spend out energy squabbling over titles… this is not what is important.” It was so easy to become distracted from what was their ultimate goal — creating a suitable life upon the island. How did these contenders plan to do so? Until this was known. he did not feel comfortable succeeding to these strangers… but it was not his decision to make either way.

“I agree — a vote is necessary — but it would prudent to wait until we can properly weigh our options.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as if this was not just an opinion. Komodo flashed a smile at the crowd. ”We’ve all only just met.”