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Jacquez strode boldly along the edge of his kingdom, testing the scent markers with his lean muzzle. Their ranks had swelled beautifully in the last several days, he and Svara both admitting several new loners, and even one deserter from the coyote pack. They had now claimed loyalties from the aforementioned Inferni, Crimson Dreams, and Dahlia de Mai - not bad at all! It was not his original intent to "steal" members, but malcontent festered in many hearts, burning those who were wronged by their society. Jac could offer them a truer freedom than the highly structured ranks of a wolf pack, with the security that came from safety in numbers. It was too hard for them to resist for long.
And as though cementing his thoughts into reality, he caught the scent of yet another who lingered at the fringe of their territory, a male with a curious odor that spoke of metal and feathers. Intrigued already, the one-armed Optime padded along the springy ground of the field, cream-dipped tail waving an excited tempo behind him. The open sunlight danced on his multi-coloured pelt, blazing his tawny hues like a smoldering fire. He was the sun king, brilliant and powerful by day! Living in this land of luxury had only further fueled his own delusions, the self-proclaimed royalty that he was. His folded ears perked forward with interest as the seated figure came into sight - and what an interesting figure he cut, indeed...!
The lean young man before him was entirely swathed in feathers - an iridescent poncho of glossy black, maybe raven or crow. A quiver of arrows poked up behind his tall wolf ears, and in his golden-furred claws he gripped a glinting metal bow. The collie-dog's dark eyes glittered with intrigue, a slow smile teasing its way onto his lips as he drew nearer. This guy looked cool, even if he had some vendetta against black birds. And he had yet to meet anyone skilled in the weapons arts, excluding Svara and her dagger. "Bonjour, stranger," he purred, inclining his head in an uncharacteristically respectful gesture. "And welcome to the Cour des Miracles..."
Jacquez strode boldly along the edge of his kingdom, testing the scent markers with his lean muzzle. Their ranks had swelled beautifully in the last several days, he and Svara both admitting several new loners, and even one deserter from the coyote pack. They had now claimed loyalties from the aforementioned Inferni, Crimson Dreams, and Dahlia de Mai - not bad at all! It was not his original intent to "steal" members, but malcontent festered in many hearts, burning those who were wronged by their society. Jac could offer them a truer freedom than the highly structured ranks of a wolf pack, with the security that came from safety in numbers. It was too hard for them to resist for long.
And as though cementing his thoughts into reality, he caught the scent of yet another who lingered at the fringe of their territory, a male with a curious odor that spoke of metal and feathers. Intrigued already, the one-armed Optime padded along the springy ground of the field, cream-dipped tail waving an excited tempo behind him. The open sunlight danced on his multi-coloured pelt, blazing his tawny hues like a smoldering fire. He was the sun king, brilliant and powerful by day! Living in this land of luxury had only further fueled his own delusions, the self-proclaimed royalty that he was. His folded ears perked forward with interest as the seated figure came into sight - and what an interesting figure he cut, indeed...!
The lean young man before him was entirely swathed in feathers - an iridescent poncho of glossy black, maybe raven or crow. A quiver of arrows poked up behind his tall wolf ears, and in his golden-furred claws he gripped a glinting metal bow. The collie-dog's dark eyes glittered with intrigue, a slow smile teasing its way onto his lips as he drew nearer. This guy looked cool, even if he had some vendetta against black birds. And he had yet to meet anyone skilled in the weapons arts, excluding Svara and her dagger. "Bonjour, stranger," he purred, inclining his head in an uncharacteristically respectful gesture. "And welcome to the Cour des Miracles..."