follow me, band of royalty

His normally well-groomed alabaster fur was stained and dirty. The days of travel had taken its toll on him and while his well-toned body was not too worse for wear his mood was the true victim. His face was masked with an expression that gave away just how uncomfortable he was, of course he knew better than to make any comments while they were travelling. He was pretty sure the entire family would band together to put him in his place, after all they did not truly understand why his lack of comfort was much worse than theirs. He knew that they too had been travelling for days but it was not something that occupied his thoughts as he felt sorry for himself.

Finally the golden child gave the signal to stop and Nik breathed an audible sigh of relief. He listened to his brother’s howl and then he dramatically flopped over onto his side. Lying there seemingly dead, not to bothered with how whomever was receiving them would perceive this.

”I can’t” he said dramatically, ”My legs are going to fall off! Look at them, they are withering and dying” as he said this he rolled over, his legs waving in the air. He let out a dramatic moan as he flopped back over to lying on his side.