bend but don't break

N/A · 07-16-2013, 08:17 PM

If his father were going to be handing him the throne any day now, the boy knew he had to be prepared. A Prince had wiggle room with a King to protect him, but a King fought his own battles. Having only been in one spar before, Maverick knew he would need a few more battles under his belt to keep him from looking like a wimp - or worse, a target. And so, with the sun on his back and his eye on the battlefield, the Prince of Seracia shirked his responsibilities for that particular day and sauntered out of his Kingdom and into the land of the vagabonds. Not a smile creased his face, for he was bent on nothing more than serious business. His wife would surely miss him while he was gone - she was quick to note his absence - but she would surely know that he wouldn't tarry long from her side. Besides, though he loved her dearly, he could not linger with her all the time. Space was necessary, and a duty such as this was required of him. The boy needed to become a man, and this was the way to do it.

As he neared the battlefield, the stale stench of blood and sweat poured into his nostrils. His muzzle wrinkled in response and protest of the fumes, but he continued until he was well within the bounds of the area. He tensed, muscles drawing up to his full height, tail relaxing to a comfortable level between his hocks. His defenses weren't yet set, but they could be brought up on a moment's notice if he were surprised. A low rumble echoed from slightly agape jaws, beckoning forth anyone who might be nearby.

Speech,

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