No One Man Should Have All That Power
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
13+ Years
Male
131
Dragon Mod
The titan man had made his home in an old bear cave near the base of the mountain, just off the shore of the river that flowed from it and close to the waterfall. He could hear the water crashing outside, the man preferring this spot over all else. The sound of the crashing water at times helped him fall asleep at night, however fitful it might be. He was still sleeping when the yearlings howl called for the pack to gather. Though they hadn't been here long, Acere hadn't taken the time yet to meet nor greet the others. He wanted to take time to himself to get accustomed to this new change. He had been a follower in his young days. And though he was still young, it was strange to him to be following again after having been a king. A failed king...but his kingdom had been torn from him when--No! He would not allow himself to think of that. Not now. He needed to get away from his thoughts...
Pulling himself to his feet, the beast stretched out his legs, glad that he had found a large enough den that had plenty of room for him to move in. Whatever bear had previously made its home here had not been back for a long time. All that remained were remnants of its history. Bones. Furs. Moldy bedding...he'd yet to clear that out, but he would at some point. Rolling his shoulders, he headed out towards the call. It didn't take him long as his ground eating lope had him there quicker than those with smaller legs. Climbing upwards to where the others gathered, he carefully scaled up a trail until finally, he scented them. There was a small group thus far, but he figured there were more still coming. He saw most everyone that had been there the day the yearling had called to stake his claim, and Acere briefly wondered if they were being gathered to be fed more information. He had offered his allegiance, and was willing to share his knowledge with those who wished to learn. He was an experienced fighter, the male littered with old scars from his past. He had killed. He had done...unspeakable things. But still, he had plenty of experience.
And so he sat at the edge of the group, crimson gaze locking on the young Tyranis as he dipped his head in greeting.
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