He didn't know what to expect when he left with Renesme to see the lands she called home. Isardis was apparently the King's name, and there were supposed to be a lot of females, but he knew little else but those vague surface details. Still, he was excited as usual to meet a new face or two, and maybe he would really like the place and want to stay! Surely it would be better than spending all his time traveling alone. They approached the Sparse Pines at a decent pace, and it wasn't very long before he found himself outside the borders, the King's scent clearly defined in various markers. He didn't take any steps further, for even if he was accompanied by a pack member, the last thing Solaris wanted was to be thought a trespasser in his first impression. Coming from a line of Alphas, he understood that better than some. You just didn't barge into someone's territory and expect to get away with it without a good reason. Looking to Renesme, Solaris beamed at the woman. "Whelp, we're here!" Always the perky one, Solaris shifted on his feet, his excitement bubbling out in the form of big grins and barely audible whines. "Do I wait here while you go find him, or are you just going to call? Is there anything I should know about your King before I meet him? I don't want to look bad." It was so weird being on the other end of acceptance, certainly a new position for the male, that was for sure. Deciding to just fall silent, he waited eagerly, his tail wagging gently behind as he reveled in the chilly breeze through his fur.

Her kingdom would cascade into view, the Kings scent wafting in the air to allure others in with the lust that drives in all creatures alike. The Oracles steps would remain soft, gentle as they caress over the cold surface. The ivory locks would flow back as the silence of the winds cradle her gently. Of course she was not alone and in fact he made sure she knew, talking and talking all the way. They would remain side by side, her tiara lifting towards the sky as it was painted a dreary, blue, grey and white. A call would spill from her moist lips, alerting the king of a new arrival at the borders. Renesme knew that Solaris wasn't the one for words and with that the snowy dame would be left hanging upon a slim thread. The hues would scatter among the territory- searching for the man that all desire, most going to all the stops for attention. Turning the cranium to look at the black knight Renesme would nod once " Sol... Stop over thinking things." She coo gently into his ears- the sultry European words calculated; to tease the fine hairs in the lobes. It was only a few moments later before she'd move away lifting up the tiara before settling down upon her haunches, the wispy tail falling gently upon the small paws. Speech,

The call of his silver lady would deliver him from his perch upon a fallen tree, dropping to the crisped vegetation beneath him with as much elegance as one could naturally possess. Extended tail would flick about his hocks, wavering from left to right as the man would seemingly preoccupy himself with self elegance. Yet the dame?s call would be enough to give him evident purpose, coral toes gliding out before him as rosy orbs would hungrily search for the rewards of her beauty. But what was this? Just ajar to the borders she would stand with her opposite half, an ebony man hovering close by her side, almost too close for comfort. Though his apparently over-whelming joy and itching energy was enough to soothe Isardis, not particularly judging him to be a man of ill intent. Still, the king would remain wary. ?Miss Luna, who have you brought to me, hm?? he would continue towards his brood, attempting to push briefly at her nape with his snout; perhaps a brittle attempt at proving his ownership to the male before them. ?You had best introduce us, before he bursts out of his seams,? a snide remark directed towards his imposing joy, concluded by a fizz of pleasure as his jaws would shudder free of a proud chuckle.

They waited for the King to arrive, and she stood beside him, offering confidence and calming him at least a little. She whispered delicately into his ear, and it sent a shiver of thrill down his spine. He didn't know what to think of Renseme, he'd just met her but in some ways was enthralled. The way she alternately responded and seemed to brush him off altogether. He didn't know what to say or how to act, and found himself over thinking things and spitting out more information than necessary. She said to just say it and let it be, but that was hard. "O-kay." She moved away shortly after, leaving him leaning absently into the space she had previously occupied, before jerking himself straight. How embarrassing. There wasn't very long to wait, and soon enough the G'kir was making his entrance. He looked different from any other wolf Solaris had ever met. An albino, he seemed inherently fragile, as though a rough enough hit would shatter him. But he carried himself with the tell tale signs of reign, his posture straight, steps confident. He greeted Renesme, brushing his muzzle along the nape of her neck in a manner that seemed so intimate that he had to look away, his ears heating up. Didn't she say something about a Queen? Or had he imagined it? If there was no queen, was there an active search for one? He felt so foolish, bristling inwardly. Well, Isardis had proven his point, and by the time Solaris looked up, there was again only kindness in the twin suns that made up his gaze. He had stopped shaking at this point, though he still appeared quite content, just more relaxed. The King's comment had been intended to come across as snide, he'd dealt with Astley's jabs enough to realize it. It just wasn't going to get to him, like so many other things. "My name is Solaris Lucerius, your highness," he introduced himself, finding the title so overblown on his tongue, and he was finding that he missed the titles of homelands. A man who called himself King, what was he really like?

The small woman would wait, Solaris appearing uneasy until finally the eclipse king would show, his albino coating something none of us could compete against. Renesme would stand, her tail becoming vertically in line with the skeletal spine as it droops against the floor. Isardis would near closer, and closer still until finally his soft touch would stroke down her nape. A clear sign of his dominance and claim. " Isardis..."His name would be born from parted maw rolling comfortably across her salmon tounge. The pale femora was almost in season and with that she'll soon bore new life from another, but this time it'll be different. She wont abandon them to die a long, painful death but instead- raise them to be strong and have a title that most would admire. Byakuro will gain a family if he chooses to accept and with that it would make Renesme wonder. The forest gaze would flick back up to her kings before gesturing her Tiara towards the dark male. " He's not much of a fighter." A small hesitation would fill the air before continueing. " But he'll be useful for some other things, he says he could make a great spy and he also knows the ways of healing and im sure Eris could use a helping hand." Solaris doesn't have the build of a warrior, or a protector. But he does have the structure of speed and stealth and the ways to remain silent and unnoticed. Speech,

He would gaze upon the charcoals bustling form with amusement, the faint desire to pick and prod at his peculiar being deteriorated by the reminder of his choice to serve; being within the albino?s pack meant protection and respect, a barrier from out-siders- any with wisdom wouldn?t dare to invade. If this little oddity could serve his king, could better the well-being of Glaciem?s people, then he had earnt his place among the towered pillars of divine, and his king would stop at nothing to keep his new ?possession? safe, cradled. Isardis would be addressed somewhat formally, a tradition he would appreciate incessantly; perhaps a subtle reminder of his superiority. So the beast had manners, respect, it was enough to grant him a chance. Not that the angel would have risked losing a number regardless. Renesme would make a brittle attempt to sell her gift, to convince her lord that she had brought him a being of use; Isardis would accept her reasoning, muse bubbling lightly at his lips, ?Oh?? ruby gaze would crawl back to the restless man, ?Your services will be accepted, little charcoal, as Renesme here seems oh so confident in your abilities; you will serve Glaciem and thus be granted the safety of Alacitis? superior kingdom. If you are wise, you will comply. So tell me, do you hold the skills to cure the wounded and aid the whelping? Or will you be but a waste of space?? ooc; sorry for crapness, not the greatest muse ;(

Solaris swallowed thickly, masking the action by averting his gaze to look out across the pines. He just still didn't know what to think of this male. His first impression had not been so pleasant thus far. He was just... Haughty and so self important. Yeah, sure, he had land he owned, but since when did that let someone be a jerk? His father never acted this way, and certainly never his grandfather. Astley was a little annoying, but that wasn't really his fault. He was barely old enough to start thinking about a family and he was leading a pack. And Imber's death had messed hm up. He wondered what it was that made Isardis act this way. Turning his gaze back to Isardis, Solaris shifted uneasily. Little Charcoal? Well that... was really annoying. He wasn't little, and he'd provided his name for use. It wasn't difficult to pronounce, either. It felt... demeaning. He wasn't part of this pack, not yet, he hadn't agreed to anything and he wasn't trespassing, but this male seemed so confident. At any rate, it was time to turn on the charm. He wasn't going to get through this acting like he usually did. "With all due respect, sir, I haven't committed to anything yet. I accompanied Renesme to meet you and inquire about the pack. I've hardly explored Alacritis, and its never wise to just leap in, but I don't have to tell you that. " Cue smile. He was beginning to wonder if this was a particularly good idea. "I'm quite sure once I've seen my way around, I'll know just as intimately as you that Glaciem is a superior place to call home. It reminds me of my birth lands in many ways. I wouldn't be a waste of space; I come from generations of good stock: multiple generations of pack leaders and exemplary members. In my last pack, I was the leader of the Varg, which were pack spies and messengers. My mother was the lead healer before and after she and my father were in charge, and I absorbed a few things from her growing up. I'm sure if I spent any measure of time around the plants, things would sharpen. And, I've spent almost my entire life around pups, so I'm kind of an expert there." At this rate he wasn't entirely confident he would be joining on the spot, as much as he enjoyed Renseme's company. There were other places to explore, and he didn't think it would be a good idea to just settle on the first thing he came to. But he would leave hopefully with a good impression and a few compliments to the King. With any luck, it would get him out of here peacefully. He was way in over his head.