The hillswere little more than a layer of poor soil over rock. They were clothed in scrubby grass too poor to even put flesh on a goat since apparently the weather had been warmer in the South. On the tops the wintry wind was fierce and bitter, and yet in the valleys it is more still and the sunshine has real warmth even though Mother Winter was still a formidable opponent come nightime. It was the first time the luciferian kind has stepped in such territory and the region took him back by it's unique features. The pale brown path was now frozen and hard enough to twist an ankle. In each depression was a small frozen puddle and so for now it was simpler for the massive man to just walk his own path over the frost. The hill was a broad knoll with a flat rocky top, to one side the escarpment fell away sharply, to the other it rolled away, gently undulant with tussocks and yet his pace lessened when his nostrils encounted the scents of others. Of many others. Was this some sort of pack establishment that he heard of? Packs were not new to him though Empires, that was what he was used to it. Not mere...mortal villages. What do you want to do, Sire? came the hissed vocals of his reptilian companion, poking his slime head from underneath his name only to gaze upon the border as the Sun God came to a halt, expecting to see some sort of..tribal beings. In these situation one is expected to, his skull drew back as a long, thunderous howl escaped his throat, pushing open his airways. It was monstrous, sounding more like the roar of a lion than wolf. summon. words of a god words of ramses

Cepheus had chosen to go on a patrol this night, his earthen form blending with the darkness of the dry and cracked foliage around him. The only sign there was something moving in the dark was the shine of his eye and the whites on his body as they shifted through the darkness. He had grown lax since he joined a pack the first time around, and even now as it changed hands, he had been failing in his duties. But no longer. Cepheus was a hardened creature, molded by the abandonment of his fathers and the hardened life of the rogue bands he lived with during his younger time. Now, however, he sought to pull himself out of the void and into the light. To serve those who gave him a place to stay. A purpose. even if he didn't know what his purpose in life was quite yet.

A summons at the border by someone unknown captured his attention, though Cepheus was but a lower ranking member. He didn't think it was in his rights to check it out, however, curiosity would eventually draw him in after several long minutes passed. He ventured towards that direction, eventually finding a large golden man standing at Legion's borders and...nobody else in sight. Strange. Either everyone was heavily sleeping and didn't hear it, or they didn't care to bother with the stranger. Though Cepheus couldn't quite make any judgmental thoughts towards his packmates since he had kept himself a stranger the entire time. Approaching the golden male, Cepheus stood tall as he eyed the stranger. "You stand by Legion's borders, stranger. What's your business?" He questioned, his voice neutral. Whether or not he had the authority to ask such a question was beyond him. He'd call for Chaos if need be.

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