Messengers

*Obsidian* · 10-01-2013, 05:42 PM

Obsidian

Sephiroth tossed out a call, and shortly the chestnut appaloosa that was Maverick, Epiphron?s mate, came onto the scene. He came with guard raised, and she didn?t much blame him. After all, she doubted he?d ever seen a horse except for at the wedding, and that was herself. Hells, she hadn?t seen another horse in years? Was she the only one left. She hoped not? She lowered her head to fall into a respectful bow, ears relaxed to airplane slightly to the sides, tongue sliding out in a soft chewing. A sign of respect and submission, and a friendly one at that. He relaxed, and she guessed he had analyzed their scents and found them Valhallan. He introduced himself, though she herself already knew who he was. Long memory, and it had only happened last year.

Her head raised and she studied the male with a large blue eye. ?Congratulations on your Kingship, Maverick. I am Obsidian, and this is Sephiroth. Chrysanthe sent us with a message. The Northern Pack, Glaciem, are our enemy. Isardis their king, has challenged for one of our members, Liberty, and while he lost, his lady Argent challenged for Gideon. She won the challenge. Gideon is now hostage of Glaciem. We are going to war.? Her ears flicked back uneasily. Her first war. She?d only ever heard of war before now. She continued.

?Chrysanthe asks that you avoid Glaciem; the less they know of you the better, but she has a request. Should war arise in the near future, that you shelter mothers and children here in Seracia until things clear.? Her message finished, she dipped her head and stepped back, ears forward. How would he react to this news? From what Obsidian had heard, Maverick and Gideon were related in some way; family.

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