Roman had always been the type that was more than content to simply lay low until he got a decent feel of wherever it was that he found himself. The were had always been told by his parents that creatures like them, where he had been born, were not necessarily that most welcome of beings. He understood perfectly well how his kind were a hunted race, many of them having taken to those underground shelters, most being forced to keep up nomadic life lest those damn hunters catch their trail and force them out of hiding sooner than they were ready for. It was an unfortunate part of being what he was, and yet Roman was... accepting of this life that he was given. If anything, he reveled in it. While not many could feel the same about a life where it was difficult to lay down roots, he was content with that nomadic lifestyle that he and his large family of eight were accustomed to. For as long as he could remember, they never really stayed in any one place for long. Maybe a few months, and sometimes, if they found a relatively quiet and comfortable town, they might hunker down for upwards of a year, but it was never longer than that. It definitely wasn't a style of existence that suited everyone, but it worked well for The Lionel Family. One of the biggest reasons that the constant moving from place to place, town to town, or city to city didn't get to him was because of those that he traveled with. Had he been an only child, then maybe things would have gotten tiring very quickly and he might have even developed some sort of weird social issues. However, that was not the case for Roman. He was one of the middle children. Perhaps older middle? Was there such a thing? Then again, did it matter? Not in the least. Aside from himself, her mother and father had given life to a grand total of five other children. So, playmates and companions were hardly in short supply for Roman growing up.

The eldest of the Lionel siblings was his brother, Tristan. Next to their father, Roman looked up to his older brother and held him in high regard. The were was calm and collected, strong and hard-working. If something needed to be done, Tristan was there to see that it got done right, and yet he was hardly a tyrant or driven to see that everything was done his way. He had all the qualities of a man that would make a great leader and near perfect mate to a beautiful woman when the day came that he found that special someone. Naturally, being the oldest of the children, it was to be Tristan that was to become head of the family when the day came that their father wasn't around anymore, and none of the siblings had any qualms about this natural order of things. Roman doubted that such a day would come anytime soon though, their father being perhaps the most stubborn and ornery male he'd ever known, though there was no arguing his love and loyalty for his mate and children. Then, there was Nicolette, his older sister that only had a year and a half on Roman. She was a saint, patient to the very end no matter how many times the young and more boisterous siblings might try and get a rise out here. That being said, she had an assertiveness that was enough to put those rowdier siblings in their place when Roman couldn't help but love and respect. And, like most families, there were the troublemaking twins that always seemed to cause some sort of mischief. Drake and Dea, they were two years younger than Roman was, and twice the energy. It was like they fed off reach other, always taking pleasure in agitating their aging father and testing the tolerance levels of the older siblings, Roman being the least patient between Tristan, Nicolette, and himself and yet even then they often had to settle for pestering their father. Despite words of warning the older siblings would give them. Last yet certainly not least, there was the baby of the family, Trinity. She was the embodiment of happiness and innocence, though in the same moment her patience wasn't quite as strong and steady as the older siblings, seemingly the only one in the family that took after their father rather than their mother. When she had something to say, even the twins needed to watch themselves with her. Just because she was the youngest of the six children didn't mean she couldn't hold her ground and any who messed with her hardly had to worry about the older siblings coming after her, the young woman so very capable of defending herself. Despite that, Roman had always been fiercely protective of her and the twins. It was just how he was.

A soft huff emits from the five-hundred and fifty-pound beast that lounged lazily on the rocks in his favorite clearing he'd discovered on his first day here in Sacrosanct, reveling in yet another rare winter afternoon where the sun was shining brightly and unobstructed in a crisp baby blue sky, golden shards seeping into short golden fur and silhouetting the large and muscular african lion male that, even in his obviously relaxed state of being, was still an intimidating sight. Ears almost entirely hidden in his thick and glorious mane flick as they catch the smallest sounds of nature stirring around him, golden-hazel eyes partially closed as he lay there soaking up the sun, tuffed tail twitching every few moments or so, massive front paws stretched out before him as one hind leg is tucking beneath him. Surveying the area for what felt like perhaps the millionth time, it was here that Roman made his temporary dwelling. While he did in fact have a human dwelling deeper within the heart of the city, he found the hotel to be so... suffocating almost. It was not the easiest of transactions for the were, moving from smaller town to a city as large as this, and yet he could not deny that there had been something about Sacrosanct that drew him in. At least, for the time being. There was no true telling on how long it might be before he decided to make his way on to the next city, if it would be days from now or perhaps even months, but for now, he was content to simply exist in the peace that was the clearing he'd claimed for himself. Here, the scent of hunter â€" or others in general save for the native wildlife â€" was nonexistent, and that was enough for Roman to seek out this place so that he could enjoy the solitude he had become accustomed to in the years since last he'd resided with his family. Jaws part in a large yawn, pink tongue lolling past sharp teeth before closing once again. Shifting himself ever so slightly, that ever content purr-like sound emitting from the were, he remains there, basking in the weak sunlight he was almost entirely certain would not last for much longer before the cold winter rains returned.