Far From Over

By the stench of the lake, many of his blood had come this way. The man couldn't help but smirk, it seemed that no matter what land the Xani's wandered to, they all flocked together. Maybe it was the whisperings of the name Ebony, the very name that his pack had help before the kingdom had fallen. Had news of the battle traveled as far as he had? He had been one of the last of his kin to flee, no matter how shameful he had felt. He bore the scars of battle, although most were now covered by his auburn fur. The only one that stood out was the crescent shape scar that puckered around his silver hued eye. Most of the vision was lost, leaving the world a bit blurry and muddled. When the man needed to focus, he would just shut that eye and let his bronze one do all the work. At times he wished that all the vision had been lost, it would have made things a lot easier.

His own curiosity had him skirting the border, although no call was rung out from the regal boy's maw. No, the ruler of this so called Ebony could show their face to him, and explain the meaning of this. As far as he knew, him and a few others were the first of the royal line to come to Alacrita, so who dared take the namesake of his home? He had a lot of burning questions for the lady who ran this pack, that was for sure. Fendar was not seeking the throne for him self, oh no, he was a male after all. He just wanted to see a fit lady of Xanilov blood to reside here, to once again make Ebony a force to be trifled with. And boy, was he in for a surprise.