i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

Alexander could feel the earth rippling underfoot in ways it most certainly should not have. The very sensation of it saw him pause, his instincts screaming that something was amiss, quite near demanding his attention. He glanced up at Calliel, that shrug on her shoulders only saw him pivot in place, his shoes squeaking against the tile as he did so. His blue-green eyes turned towards those glass windows, the man eying them with a certain sort of weariness before a colossal White Rhino stepped out of the umbrage. Damn. He had thought she had been alone, clearly, such was not the case. He watched as the beast pawed at the ground, the earth shaking with every contact to cement. The concrete had cracked under the weight of the male, that very affinity was certainly dangerous, for both his cafe and for the innocent patrons that so ignorantly enjoyed their coffee. He was grateful when Calliel jumped to meet that soft order to ensure the safety of their patrons. The last thing he needed was a were running rampant within the Sanctum. It would destroy the very reputation he had built as a sanctuary free from the supernatural biases and disagreements.

Alexander said little of that tactic Calliel had utilized, even if it went against his preferences at that moment. It was better for them to be out in the rain then trampled by a rhino. The young woman's sudden disapproval at his efficiency prompted a scowl upon his features, even as he bluntly informed her that he had merely been misinformed of the were-Rhino's existence. That probing inquiry caused his head to shift, those blue-green eyes glancing over his shoulder at her. "It is possible they were ignorant of his existence too, Calliel. We don't actively track every movement of all of your kind." He grumbled, clearly not taking kindly to the young woman's judgment of him. Although Alexander had certainly not seen eye-to-eye with the Council on every choice they made, even he was unwilling to abruptly judge them without seeing the full picture. It was unlikely that they simply left this information absent from that file in the hopes the Rhino would track him down and kill him. He was too valuable to them, and they knew it just as well as he did. It hardly mattered here and now, however. He would inquire after it later. What mattered at the moment, however, was the beast in front of him.

Alexander headed for the door, fully intending to finish his job as he commented that it was best for Calliel to remain in that cafe. After all, the Rhino was after him. Frankly, he suspected it would largely leave her alone as long as she remained at a distance. A scowl crossed his features at that sheet of rain that poured outside of that warm building. The last thing he wanted was to go back out into that rain, though what option did he have? A sigh left his lips as he stepped outside, his hand reached for that spear, letting it materialize within his grasp. He maneuvered with care towards the middle of the street, his gaze intent upon the Rhino, as if fearing a single glance away might provoke the male to charge. Every second, he knew, mattered. He could faintly hear the ding of the bell attached to the coffee house's door, that singular sound informing him well enough that someone had come through it. Either Calliel had decided a closer inspection was necessary or, she intended to do far more than merely settle back and watch. Both, he was sure, could prove to be...difficult.

The sound of hoofs upon the asphalt drew the Dark Hunter's attention that snort finally caused his gaze to shift towards the young woman, only to find the figure of that ebony mare waiting for him. It was...convenient, he had to admit. Although Alexander had never spent time on the mare, he was certainly experienced enough with her kind to hardly fret over it. Rather, his hand reached out to her, letting the woman close the distance between them before his hand touched her mane. That singular action seemed to propel that Rhino forward, the were-creature clearly unwilling to make that mounting easy. That spear disappeared from his fingers as he swiftly lifted himself upwards, encouraging the mare forward with the sensation of his heels. He leaned forward towards her mane, his voice low and soft if only to ensure she alone heard him. "He's charging, Calliel, see if you can get us behind him. I don't want to deal with that horn." The last thing he needed was for either of them to be impaled upon that large horn that protruded from the rhino's head. The very thing that now bore down upon them with full speed.