Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

Komodo had watched the entire scene unfold from the shadows; tucked back into the tree line, where no one could scry him unless they were trying very hard to do just that. He had an ill feeling for days; an energy which the earthstalker had channeled into good works ‘round the territory, or into his romance with undersea’s raven, but was relatively unsuccessful at relieving. No matter how many times he hunted, chanted, fucked, or committed himself to ceremony, he could not rid himself of the feelings that things were not quite right — and Komodo was a man who could admit when he was not in control of things, but did not necessarily like it.

But now, as the man stated his peace to the Overseer and the Aralez, with the raven and the agakkuq stationed covertly off to the side, Komodo began to understand why.  

He had known Aditya from afar, never feeling the need to ever find the man and get to know him — and now that Komodo had seen what he had just seen, he was left unimpressed and unenthused. Oh, did this stranger believe that he was special for being cast under Seelie’s spell, for the mottle brute had felt very much the same at one point, but Komodo had done what was necessary by recusing himself from leadership and the sheepdog’s presence entirely. It was what needed to be done for the betterment of Undersea. Aditya, however, took a different route to a much different end. 

The very second that Aditya lunged was the very second that the hulking brute was on his feet, rushing towards the place where both leaders — and now Rokig — were on the defense. Though he was quick to react, he was loathe to join and fight and commit bloodshed, for Komodo never believed in death or pain for any reason other than sustenance or ceremony, and the suicidal woes of a sad, lovelorn man did not fall into either of these categories. He did, however, immediately recognize Stockholm’s need to remove the fragile woman from the center of the fray, lest she be injured by the fallout of the man who had nothing to lose. Like a faithful shepherd, and not unaware of the role-reverse at play here, Komodo wove his large frame into the framework of the quickly-painted image and made to intercept Seelie and steer her out of danger’s way. He prayed she would yield easily.