preparations

N/A · 10-17-2013, 11:17 AM

Upward his muzzle would angle as a howl would rip free from deep in his gut. He was summoning them, the knights of Seracia. Three or four would be chosen to march in the kingdom's honor, to march on Glaciem with Valhalla and see to the war's victory. He needed to know they were prepared, needed to know they would act accordingly and honorably. He needed to trust them and to will them onward to victory. His head would rock back to its normal position, the howl still echoing throughout all of the kingdom. Those capable and willing would come, and of them he would choose a select few. The rest would be prepared to protect the Valhallan refugees. Above all else, they would ensure that this kingdom would not fall. He remained standing, anxious for them to come and hear what he had to say. His nerves were firing rapidly as he shifted his weight from side to side. They would come.

"speeeeech"

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preparations

Maverick