White Wedding
06-11-2013, 08:40 PM
The newly appointed esquire had spent most of his first day in Seracia exploring, familiarizing himself with his new home. His second day had started out much the same. After finding himself a secluded den near his sister's sight the brute had gone out to find himself a quick breakfast, a small hare being his sustenance that day. Pontifex had been wandering near the fields, trying to figure out exactly what kind of prey animals resided in his new home when his king's call rang out. The esquire had heard some rumors about some big event that was going on and he assumed that was what the king was calling for. Needing to show that he was prepared to assume the responsibilities of his new title, the man was quick to respond to Gerhardt's call, coming just in time to hear the lord's speech about the king's son's marriage to the princess of a pack named Valhalla. They were all to represent Seracia to utmost best of their abilities and Pontifex knew he could do that well. And so the party of Seracians made the trip to the Valhalla, the unfamiliar pack's borders coming into view soon enough. As the party halted the border, the esquire noticed his sister near the king, a small grey and black figure hiding between her paws. Pontifex edged just a tad closer, his golden gaze identifying the smaller figure as a pup. As far as he knew, Loccian didn't have a mate or children. So where had that child come from? He watched it curiously, the question of who and where it'd come from burning on his tongue. He would hold his questions till later, when they were alone. Right now he had to be attentive to what the king and the rest of his pack was doing. He needed to be a good representative to Seracia. He couldn't let his king down. Talk like this |