The Once and Present Kings
08-05-2013, 04:20 PM
Despite the confidence that came with being crowned King of a thriving land like Seracia, he still found himself very much in awe of Gargoyle. The man was practically a behemoth, and in Maverick's eyes he was positively a mountain! Of course he had done his best not to mention the nickname he had given Gargoyle in his head, though it was bound to slip out if he wasn't careful. His tail danced happily between his hocks, pleased to have a visitor from another pack. Of course he assumed that the Chief had come to inform him of something, but whatever that something was.. Maverick had no clue. Admittedly the Prince had been distracted lately, and had not bothered to do much on the diplomatic side of things - which was something he would have to change in the near future. His allies needed to be informed of the changes in leadership, as well as other events that had come to pass. It seemed this would be a good time to put on the hat of diplomacy and get a few things sorted out. As was expected, Gargoyle seemed to be pleasantly surprised when he caught onto Maverick's slip of the tongue about ownership of the Kingdom. A nod was given, reassuring the larger man that he had heard correctly. The King stood proudly, though not so much as to appear an arrogant specimen. Though pride had come with the position, it had not delved into him so deeply as to affect his entire personality. Likewise, the monarch remarked. Admittedly, he had wondered from time to time of the fate of Glaciem and it's Chief. Gargoyle - in fact - wasn't going to get any younger. My time is yours as you see fit, friend. You must be tired after your journey, let us take a stroll to the lake to recline and relax. The lake perhaps was his most frequented haunt, especially with summer nipping at the fringes of the Range. The grass was browning ever so slightly where it stood under direct sunlight, and each day the afternoon hours grew warmer and warmer. The King led the way, taking up a moderate pace that wouldn't tire out his guest if he chose to match the speed. Head was tilted to the side to keep an eye on Gargoyle in case he began speaking right away. Maverick knew this land better than his own face, and could navigate it even if he were blind. As they paced, he waited eagerly for the news the Glaciem Chief had come so far to give him. Speech, |