dead white and blue

*Vereux* · 07-06-2014, 07:51 PM

The icy winters had slowly faded into nothing, for the king that meant a whole season had left him in a wake of change. He was faced with the responsibility of a nation, and one that his father nurtured through his very veins. But that was the fact, his father was not a king anymore. While it was hard to believe but the icy king did not hold authority over him or his mate Athena. His mind was warping, telling him to keep calm, this was their nation and now they needed to protect it. Become supreme, and always look out for those within these icy walls.
The yearling was fully grown, and had filled out through his training as well. While of course, there were the hinting that he was not yet a fully mature adult. The blue toned boy of the armada family would pull himself to the call of a lady. She smelt of Valhalla, which made his fur slightly prickle at the thought of their enemy confronting them at the borders. But he soon noticed, the way she carried herself and that she was not a face he knew of Valhalla from seeing them when he was younger. Vereux would stay calm, his golden necklace shining in the sunlight as he approached her.
"Greetings there, I'm Vereux Armada king of Glaciem, how may I assist you?" he asked in a polite tone. There was no need to be hostile right off the bat. He would stay with a tall statue.

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