The large brute would halt at the border, his nose twitching as it remained close to the ground. It was time and after a long travel, he had reached his destination. Would it be the right one, he would ask before taking a few steps back. A breeze would come up from behind him, making him decide to react now before they caught his scent without a warning. With a sigh, Fen would pull back his dark crown and release a howl, notifying all around him that he was at the border, wishing to join the pack. All he had to do now was enjoy his last moments of "rouge-hood" and wait for someone to greet him. Noting that no one was nearby and it would be a while, Fen would walk away a bit to where he could view the treeline and then allowed his frame to hug the ground, enjoying the restful feeling. Speech,

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the phantom abides to the summons like any diligent queen, her procession swift, immaculate -- sheer power emanating from pallid pores as her skull sways in ascension from rolled shoulders. indifference placates her corrupted facial features as she emerges from her shadowed crypt, mists licking at her heels to further fuel her ghastly appearance; she is the ghoul that haunts these parts, eternally plaguing it with her malevolent entity. and there is a vacancy in her mismatched gaze as her eyes devour all he is -- a battered soul come to { perhaps } pledge fealty to her reign. though she remains UNIMPRESSED by him despite the robust quality of his musculature, lips quivering oh so minutely in a brief display of her displeasure. ?it is not wise to rest when monsters lurk in every corner,? is the cryptic suggestion that fragments the silent atmosphere surrounding the duo, pupils intensely fixated upon his own as she waits for him to readjust.

The large brujo would perk his ears, eyes turning to her as they would see her appearance as bold and would intimidate him so. He'd hear words escape from the royal maw, his body reacting to it immediately. His stomach would hug the ground, ears would flatten to his skull, his tail would become tucked between his legs and his neck would be lowered so he'd look to her in the painful position, his face remaining the same in their bold way, his eyes like bright, fluorescent lamps for a lost soul to find its way, however he could feel the emptiness. God how he hated this position, but anything to make his hopefully soon-to-be queen happy. Words would flow from Fen's mouth, the deep accent making its way between long and sharpened fangs. "Do forgive me, your majesty. It was foolish of my not to be aware of your presence." His tail would wag before he would await any interrogation. Perhaps this was a more appealing way to be greeted by a lowly rouge whom she could spit upon or kick. It was a goal to amuse her or to at least prove he was not some ignorant fool that would ignore her granted and respected command. "What have I gotten myself into?" Fen would think before awaiting any response from the white beauty above the large and submitting male. Speech,