A tad too early, Mr. Frost.

Strelein von Rosnete · 10-31-2011, 08:12 PM

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THIS COUNTS AS OUR THREAD RIGHT? 8D

Of course he was around. What was he going to do, waste the day? He had woken to frost on the ground and a grumbling mate beside. Noss was mumbling something about winter's icy fingers. Strel didn't know crap about winter's fingers, but he was starting to feel the cold tingling feeling that it was definitely coming on. Especially, if that frost on everything was an indication. To get the warrior up and his blood rushing, the redhead opened the window with a painful squeal. It croaked as it was wedged into place. Strel jammed a block to keep it from falling, not that it needed it; the wood was so bloated that it wasn't going anywhere. Oh well, as long as the thing closed, it didn't matter a whit.

He was in the studio, sketching absentmindedly when he heard voices in the lobby. He put down his charcoal nub on the table, careful not to nudge it against the wood. He hated wasting the charcoal by scuffing up his nice dark wood table. It was so so shiny and everything. The lithe man pulled out of his studio, closing the double doors behind him with a loud clack. Strel was adjusting his shirt and vest, pulling loose hairs out of his collar and back against the full mass of his dyed locks. "Yes?" he said with a sigh, wondering who it was. Maybe they needed some assistance from the Dauphin.

It was a younger wolf, upright, and an even younger one still on four paws. Strel looked from one to the other, and saw the familiar tinge in their pelts, and their scents were familiar. "You two are the King's kids, aren't you?" he asked them, gazing at them curiously with his lavender hued eyes. "Is there something you need? Is anything wrong?"

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