i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

That paperwork had finally come through. After nearly a month of waiting, those empty lines now all held signatures, the official documents had been stamped and he had been rewarded with the rather disgruntled face of the local Council's resident 'angel', as Alexander had so mockingly taken to calling Alekai. Even Alexander, however, could hardly muster that usual bristly exterior he so presented the man with, particularly when he saw that manila envelope stamped with the red wax sigil of the High Council. He could hardly help that look of satisfaction upon his features once that envelope was in hand, even though Alekai looked even less than pleased to provide it to him. It was no secret that the Dark Hunter had voted to ensure Alexander remained within that retirement and yet, the Macedonian King was altogether capable of simply ignoring the far younger fellow's thoughts altogether. He had left that cafe near immediately after receiving those documents, instead, he retired to his own flat to pour over the stuffed contents of that folder, his new title, and too the expectations the High Council had for him. He went over the details of those missions Xerxes was supposed to carry out with a certain level of meticulousness, much less the profiles of the riders and mounts he would soon be inheriting.

It was some time in the early evening that Alexander finally emerged from the depths of his room and yet, that cafe was still readily ignored now that he was given some taste of that hostile life he so excelled within. For a moment, the Dark Hunter paused upon that threshold, as if he was momentarily indecisive of just where he intended to go next. After all, that cavalry was now his for the taking, they needed to meet their new commander and Alexander's position among them needed to be secured. Still, there was also Frost to deal with. The equine had left the cafe some time ago under the belief that Alexander had all but used him and tossed him aside. That anger had been all but palpable after their last meeting. In fact, the were-horse had hardly bothered to step into that cafe since. His lips pressed together ever so slightly in a small frown, his fingers tapped against his leg. Hm....Frost would come first, if only for the simple fact that the were-horse's decision largely contributed to just whom he would be riding in that cavalry. Frost...or the surely now healed Darius.

It was with but a brief word to his baristas to lock up after their shift was done that the Dark Hunter left the warmth of that cafe, his thoughts already shifting through those locations the were could possibly be. He knew well of Frost's home in the South, just as he knew well of the man's pack. Frankly, he doubted he'd find the man at the stable they often trained at. Not to mention the lack of a full moon above made the Dark Hunter hesitate to visit the Park or the forest that bordered the city. In the end, it was that Southern home the King decided upon, at the very least perhaps some soul would be in those walls who might know the man's location, and at worst at least he had a trail to hunt the man down if it proved necessary. His pace was altogether lackadaisical as he made his way from the East side towards that quaint little neighborhood, that walk alone allowed him that time to organize his thoughts. He knew what the were-steed needed from him, even if such words of approval were rare from the Hunter's lips. Still, if he was once again going to command a unit, perhaps some measure of that age-old charisma was necessary. Had he not taught his Companion Cavalry that love was a far more effective tool then fear?

A small grin crossed his features at that memory as the Dark Hunter made his way up that sidewalk towards the front of the home he knew to belong to the were-steed. It was hardly a quiet house by any sense, the man entirely capable of hearing the screaming of children from the front living room and loud music from somewhere upstairs. God, he had no idea how Frost handled that noise on such a daily basis. His head shook ever so slightly as his fist raised, his knuckles wrapping firmly against that door to be heard over the catastrophe within. It took several moments before that door opened to the face of the man he sought for, and yet, the Dark Hunter appeared altogether placid as he leaned against that door frame. "I'm here to conscript you back into the cavalry." He spoke, altogether aware that Frost would know exactly what it was he was speaking of, at least, to some degree. It was enough, he was sure, to get the horse's attention.