stepping stones to a throne

*Ouranos* · 03-27-2014, 01:32 PM

ARE WE YOUR PREY ALONE,

or are we just a stepping stone back to the throne?

As the vixen's rhythmic words poured from her lips, the brute's wide shoulders buckled as he stood, his clear aqua irises shimmering from the reflections of the moon. Seeing the sight of the russet dame caused the brute to only bow in respect. She smelled of one of the packs, but which one? Perhaps Ludicael or Seracia. The vixen smelled of both places.

Should I be afraid to say no, ma'am? I believe I know nothing of the pack life, unlike you, Lucicaelian, Seracian- or whatever they may call you. You smell of both packs, so if you'd tell me your name, ma'am, I will see what I can expose to you. The brute's blue eyes flickered as he gave a small snicker and returned to staring at the moon. If you'd like to know, I am Ouranos, but you can call me a nickname if you'd like.

He relaxed his shoulders more as he lie down, his tail gently thumping amongst the grasses, almost shrinking into the wildflowers.

ooc; too lazy to make a manip table. XP

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