Older than the ages

Strelein von Rosnete · 01-01-2012, 07:27 PM

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here you go <3 Lets get CDM's numbers up!

It was wonderful to feel the chill of the cold winter air on his pelt again. Sure, every winter since his birth, the Dauphin had growled incessantly at the chill as it penetrated the wood and brick hotel - or once long ago, at his familial den. It was a lie and it was only for the sake of whining did the redheaded man complain. After his winter pelt set in, the wind and weather hardly bothered him at all. Even though the weather was strangely the flavor of mid fall rather than the usual moods at the onset of winter. Regardless of his needless complaints, and the fact the weather did not bother him more than it chilled his nose and made his eyes sting, Strel adorned himself appropriately. The clothing may have been in excess, especially with the considerably fluffy pelt he now wore, but he chose lighter cloths to sit well on his lithe, but puffy, form.

A lightly knitted scarf the color of a winter sea was draped around his shoulders and neck and over the vest he had been making for himself. It was lined with red cloth and the outer layer was of a dark red plaid. It was a lovely design, if he did have to say so himself. He tugged on the lower hem, straightening it against his belly with a flat palm. Tall and thin, his clothes had to be made tailored to his terribly stretched out body. Oh well. Strel gave a languorous stretch, before growling in irritation as he straightened his clothing once more. Vigilante would not care how he came, so long as he came of sound mind and body. Regardless, Strel was rather focused on appearance and propriety.

It was to be a social visit, and the redhead had no business to discuss other than their declining numbers and the strange absence of much activity. Or had Strel simply been under a rock and disregarded everything? Actually, that was terribly like him, especially when there was a project of cloth and thread in his hands. Strel was fairly useless whenever he was set on something that was right under his nose. Rarely did a project outside of the manor ever take hold of him, though a few had in the past. Often now, he would find himself wandering the kingdom, looking for ways to improve on what was there or what was needed. Perhaps now could be a time for the two leaders to chat about the condition of the kingdom they looked over? It was long overdue, that was for certain. That and the Dauphin still felt he was a bad leader and fairly useless.

Bottle of Freetown imported rum in hand, the redheaded man went from the manor clad in the aforementioned clothes as well as a pair of fairly faded jeans cut to fit his rather lengthy legs. He had not thought to bring anything for the man's children or woman, but he figured they knew where to find him if they wanted such things. After all, he had more than enough to give out as well as trade away for. Strelein approached the home that Vigilante and his mate called his own, and called out the King's name. His hand was cradling the delicate warped bottle to keep the liquid safe.

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