Messengers
10-06-2013, 01:47 AM
| Sephiroth |
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Almost immediately a red figure with an appaloosa printed figure emerged from the woods. He would introduce himself as King Maverick, and Sephiroth would dip his head in respect to the young king. Looking him over and observing quietly as Obsidian spoke, Sephiroth estimated the young king to be around the same age as himself. He wondered how such a young boy came to be the king of a pack, though he was sure someone had placed him there or he inherited it. Either way, someone as young as him would deserve respect. After all, it wasn't everyday that a young wolf was an Alpha of his own pack. He waited patiently as Obsidian told the king of the message that Valhalla had for the young man, waiting to add in anything should the horse forget. Shortly after she finished, however, another figure would appear from the forest. Sephiroth's cool gaze would rest upon the woman as she stopped to speak her name. Adravendi? Why did that sound familiar? Sephiroth could not relate the name, he had not spoken to the Alpha since he joined as he was still a recently joined member. He was sure though that it had some significance. dipping his head to the pair, he would take this chance to speak. "A privilege to meet you, King Maverick and Queen Epiphron. I am Sephiroth Crescent, a new member of Valhalla. What Obsidian has just said is true, Glaciem is threatening to initiate a war with Valhalla, and the foolish King has decided to act upon a blind fit of rage due to wounded pride. He lost the battle for a member, but managed to make a prisoner of Chrysanthe's mate. It would be most helpful to Valhalla should Seracia be willing to take in refugees when the time for war arrives." The man looked from one to the other, wondering what their take on this was. He wondered if they would aid Valhalla in a fight should Valhalla suddenly need it, though he was sure that with Valhalla's numbers, not even the other packs of alacritis combined could take them out. |