Rhythmical Creation of Beauty
05-10-2013, 08:15 PM
He'd told himself time and time again that Seracia had plenty of members. Even more times had he told himself that going to the battlefield was dangerous and unnecessary. Still, the King found his paws carrying him there - as if an act of god. Gerhardt followed a familiar path, though it had to be lengthened due to Seracia's recent relocation. A smile tinged on his lips as he came upon a familiar scent. He'd only just run across the dame recently.. perhaps.. a day ago? Ah well, maybe this time she'd consider joining Seracia. "We meet again," came charming, elegant vocals. He dipped his head respectfully to her. "I'm not one to underestimate anyone, but this really isn't a good place for you to linger." She was the smallest wolf he'd ever seen, and being in a place like this was dangerous for a regular sized canine. There's no telling what sort of harm would befall her in a place like this! "If it's a home you seek, I can offer you one in Seracia. There you will have a family and a place to call your own, and a hope for the future." That sounded cheesy, didn't it? The King smirked at his own words, though he didn't exactly regret saying them. It was his job to sell Seracia the best he could, to keep it alive and prospering for generations to come. Amethyst eyes swept all around them, beyond her and to the sides. He didn't want to be surprised in the battlefield of all places. "Speech" |
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