Messengers
10-01-2013, 06:23 PM
A strange scent wafted toward his nostrils, sending his hackles straight up and his adrenaline into overdrive. Something was amiss. With hasty steps the King would usher himself toward the source of the scent, finding it absent of testosterone - which only calmed him slightly. Sometimes females could be harder to handle than males. It was overwhelmingly different than the scent of a wolf, and so he would remain on edge as he neared. Guard hairs along his spine stood on end as his ears tilted back slightly and his tail flagged upward in a display of dominance. The King would not be trifled with on this day, not with things the way they were with Glaciem, Valhalla, and the rest of Alacritis. He knew a bit thanks to his pack members willingness to share, but overwhelmingly he felt blind to events outside of Seracia. It was unfitting, but it only added to his aggression level. Eyes of lime burnt hot and vibrant as he neared the stranger - no, strangers - at his border. They were respectful enough to remain outside, which he was thankful for. He noted the non-wolf was a horse, one he vaguely remembered from some time ago. The other wolf smelled strongly of Valhalla, and so he began to relax - if ever so slightly. ?King Maverick Mathias at your service,? he would utter with the amount of pride it deserved. Some time ago he would not have mentioned his surname at all upon introducing himself, but with his father's disappearance he felt it his obligation to keep the family name alive. Ears swiveled forward in time with his tail which descended between his hocks, unwilling to force his status down their throats. Something of importance had driven them here, and he intended to hear about it at once. ?speak,? |