Having made his announcement, the worm waited in the dim light of the Necropolis' center. His body twitched from time to time and his neck snapped when it jerked to one side. Even in the peace of the Caldarium, Gilroy still felt nervous for the approaching meeting and the Curse made it show with quick insectoid movements.
In his hand he held one of his many binders with plans, designs, maps, and agendas. There were more on the bench for when his Family arrived. His family of predators. A pack of monsters he was expected to rule over, despite insubordination, possible passive-aggressive power plays, ignorance due to Sires' mistakes, and the ever present unnatural presence they all inflicted on him and each other. Somehow Gilroy with his Curse of vermin-like disgust had ended up at the center of it. Volunteered for a position he felt wholly unprepared for to preserve the Clan and to strengthen it because there was no one better. However, the worm was determined to see it done, even it meant summoning the anger and suppressing the fear because so often persuasion and logic failed.
He cracked his neck again and waited for his Clan to arrive. A spider sitting in its web. A rat cornered in its burrow.