Family Ties
11-07-2013, 02:32 PM
Unease crept through the Re's body relentlessly. There wasn't a single moment that he could sit down and have a quiet moment to himself. Every spare he moment he had was spent patrolling his borders, watching for any wolves that could be possibly sent from Glaciem to bring harm to his pack. He was always watching for Ice King's pale figure anywhere in his borders, anywhere near Tortuga because that bastard wanted his head separated from his body and he would stop at nothing to obtain his goal and rid himself of the cobalt titan. But Taurig wasn't going to go down that easily and if he was to die, he would be sure to leave the Ice King with some very nice reminders that he was not the biggest and baddest King around as he so foolishly thought himself to be. Restlessness would riddle the titan's frame as he moved across his borders, so far not having found any sign of Glaciem being near. But a scent caught his attention; a women. Automatically his mind jumped to Glaciem, the hackles on his neck bristling, but as he further examined the scent, he realized that it belonged to Seracia. Seracia. He was allies with them. He had nothing to fear from any of their wolves. With a calmer state of mind, the Re would move towards the Seracian woman, icy gaze spotting her russet, tan and onyx figure sitting respectfully on the other side of his border. Afternoon ma'am. You hail from Seracia yes? Does King Maverick send news or are you here for your own reasons? Tones were polite as he came to stand before the woman, onyx plume held neutrally between his hocks, frame slightly relaxed as he waited for an answer from the woman. Talk like this |