Princess, in my country I'm called a Queen

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 01-14-2012, 02:48 PM

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*slaps self* bad Melissa, bad.

WC:300+

He heard a call but ignored it from the comfort of his upstairs office. Anann and him shared the room but he found that he spent more time hiding up in the room than the golden lady. He enjoyed his privacy every now and then, as he often was around his pack members or running into horses. They seemed to have a very large collection of the beasts and the coal wolf much preferred hiding in a room, reading happily, than having to look at horses all day. So here he stayed, feet up on the desk, leaning back in his chair happily reading a book on medieval weaponry. It was a shame they couldn’t use the modern weapons that humans had developed but the more feral weapons would do.

A more familiar call perked his ears and he released a sigh, placing the book down, removing his clothing, and shifting down onto four legs. He would have to travel quickly and four legs seemed to carry his mass a little more efficiently. Leaving the room he made his way down the stairs, across the floor of the Great Hall, and out the door of the Courthouse into a sprint. Luckily the gates were open so he did not have to pause. He followed Enzo’s scent, nose sniffing around rapidly.

Finally he came upon the two males, his jaw slightly open at the sight of the familiar red male. “Sebastian?” He spoke the name not in a greeting as it should be but in confusion. Lorenzo seemed to be happy and calm, maybe the ginger had been complimenting the boy, or more, he wouldn’t put it past Sebastian to try and get on a boys good side, after all he had easily convinced the black giant to enjoy some private time with him. “What do you need?” He asked with a smirk, sure he could offer the smaller male exactly what he probably wanted but wouldn’t’ ask for in front of others.

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