Purdue

It's past one o'clock and I'm out of time. Can't undo the lock and no key to find.

The raven had only recently joined the ranks of the ebon queen, whom had gained a pack through a gift, but nonetheless she was strong. Few honorable fighters had the desire and strength to conquer the raven's power, and even fewer gained his trust and loyalty, enough for him to desire joining the ebon queen's pride. Already, he had begun bordering the lands, apricot gems ignited to a sharp edge, the lighter marks below his eyes seemingly glowing with desire to battle a trespasser.

Upon his traveling across the lands, a smell would come to his nostrils, of dominance and power. His Queen. Once joining the Valhallan pride, the Olympian had found himself allured to the strength and intellect of the temptress, but his devotions were held under lock and key. What was it that his queen desired so? He would lower himself to the ground, sauntering forth quietly, apricot eyes curious. The temptress was worried about something, but it confused her what she was so careful about. It was a relaxing scene to relax, and he would have left her alone should he not have been concerned about her. The raven picked his way over a rock outcrop, holding himself low, and striding over to the praying temptress, apricot gems submissive. His banner swept behind him, low to the ground, gently stirring grasses. Once he had achieved the distance of three feet from the ebon queen, he would reclined onto his haunches, his plush banner curling about his paws. His crown would lower in a sign of respect, apricot gems disappearing for a brief moment, before his voice of baritone would come from inky lips. "M'Queen." It was a gorgeous night to be out, and the moon reflected from his shimmering obsidian cloak. "Is something wrong?"

"Speech."