Seeking a Crown to Bow Before

It had been quite some time since they had had rogues at their borders looking for acceptance, or at least that he was aware of. Instead of being joyful that his family was safe and his pack could go on another day without having to worry about being threatened, Cherokee just didn't feel the same anymore. He couldn't sleep well, wasn't eating too much anymore, but he was doing a pretty good job of keeping his inner turmoil hidden from his wife and children. He didn't want them to be affected by his brooding nature. So that morning the ebony knight had awoken early, caught himself a decent rabbit for breakfast before taking to the borders to patrol like he always did. The cool morning air did his lungs good as he inhaled the clean oxygen, expelling it as he moved across the border, sweeping the outside terrain with dual colored eyes. So far no one was around, which was a good sign. But that didn't last long.


An unfamiliar scent tickled the borealis' nose, peeking his interest. Surging forward, the ebony man would track the scent of the stranger until he came across the figure who the scent belonged to. The creature looked somewhat wolf-like in its features, but it was much too tall and gangly, limbs like skinny twigs and a very narrow muzzle. Steel and ivory jade gaze would narrow questioningly at the creature as he approached, plume curled over his hips. State your business here stranger. Why have you come to the Ludicael border? Baritone tones would spill from dark jaws as he stood before the strange rogue, awaiting her answer.


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