stine
05-27-2014, 02:05 PM
The man had left Glaciem for obvious reasons. The pack was dead. It was nothing but a few pups and a sickly King. They were putting the Armada name to shame in Kristoffer's head. The man knew it was winter, and he needed a pack to survive, well. He could probably go to an island or something and work things out as a Rogue, but Packs were interesting. And.. they had bitches. The man loved the females and the females loved him. There was no doubt. So, he cam wobbling up to the gates of Covari with such confidence and desire they could never turn him down. He had been watching the odd bunch. Many had odd markings and colorful fur. It interested him. To mix his blue hues with some reds or even purples would make him quite happy. To help the pack grow with Aramada blood. It would be lovely. But, how could they turn down royalty. In alactrica the Armadas were practically royalty. He could just see them scattering to reel him in. Oh, the man would have fun. So, he wandered over the border and let forth a deep, baritone, howl, beckoning the leaders to come at his will. "" |