carouse me

Upon a prairie roamed the king of Hell, a beast to be feared? though he had yet to gain a fearsome reptutation ?by all wolves in Alacritia. His only target, however, should be the Olympian pack thriving within these lands. How he despised them. Death would befall Alacritia if it meant destroying every Olympian other than those allied with his father. His obsidian mass would bulge in the prairie, not well hidden at all. Dark pads met cool winter grasses as he would trudge forth in the oncoming field. Sticking like a sore thumb from the whitewashed landscape, was a maroon vixen, young, yet elegant, obviously grown out of her puppyish stage. "Hello, child of roses." Lyrics would elicit from inky lips smoothly, burning coals calm. The roae-colored vixen was young, perhaps young enough to gain her as a follower, should he find himself upon a throne. She was rather larger for a young lady, such as she. "How are you?"

"Speech."