There Came A Knocking At My Door... [Gerhardt]

She was black as night, and ten times as mysterious. He eyed her almost skeptically, but then quieted his gaze. He had no reason to question her, at least not yet. So far she had shown no hostility, nothing except her oddity of not calling out for someone. He presumed that perhaps she had not been here long, and had not had time to call out just yet. He would give her that benefit of the doubt, for now. The King reclined, seating himself on his side of the border, the invisible line that marked his land from that of the freewalkers. A smile painted his features as gentle and kind, and yet a fire burned just on the other side of his mask, a fire that had not been there before the events of a few days ago.

Tail flickered behind him as she spoke, giving off lyrics that were both eloquent and mysterious, leaving a lot to question. Ah, so rumors continued to spread about Seracia, and more specifically, its King. Gerhardt never ceased to be amused by these rumors, and was always intrigued by them. So, he had honor and decorum, he supposed the rumors could have been worse. "Thirsting for truth, well I can scarcely say there's any better place to find out about my nature than right here. What you have heard is true. In the Kingdom of Seracia, we regard respect and a sense of honor in our members." He wasn't quite sure how much information to offer to her. She seemed as if she were merely interested in the pack, but not necessarily intent upon joining it. Gerhardt did not mind answering her questions, but would only go so far in volunteering information. What still perplexed him is that she had yet to give her name.

"Speech"