From Whence You Came (pups)

N/A · 03-23-2013, 10:04 AM

A foreign howl would split the air as dawn kissed the horizon. Maverick let out a groan in protest before rustling up out of his warm spot and greeting the day. It was a chilled morning, no doubt a remnant of the winter that had just passed. The Prince would shake abruptly, followed by his normal stretching routine, and then and only then would he set off after the sounder. The howl was unknown to him, probably the new Seracian Count his father had mentioned. Of what use would Maverick be to a Count? Surely the news that he had been named prince had not been leaked out already. But still, the boy would lazily stroll to where the man was waiting, finding his sister had already arrived. Sister, he would utter the breathy word with a note of affection, brushing against her shoulder with his own before turning lime optics upon the stranger. Are you the new Count? Crown would tilt to the side as he questioned the man, the look on his face saying he was intent upon an answer.

The man smelled faintly of his mother, which led him to believe that this man had been accepted by the Queen. He had to be the count. Who else could he be? The man was cloaked in black and gray, and accented with white. Scars riddled his frame in a few obvious places, and Maverick guessed that there were others that were less visible. Eyes were greenish in hue, mixed with brown and perhaps a bit of orange. Overall the beast was a sizable guy. Usually Counts were the leaner fellows, or the pretty-boys who didn't want to get scarred up. Why didn't this guy want to be a Knight? What was his story, anyway? The prince would perch on his haunches just beside his sister as he waited for an answer and his brother.

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