May 13, 2013 21:57:58 GMT -5
Post by »Image on May 13, 2013 21:57:58 GMT -5
Against the pale morning of Regnen's rising mist, a golden blur raced. The color pounded vivaciously against the sprouting buds and dark wood, sprinting and zigzagging uncontrollably across the land. Phrino, his breath coming in ragged gasps, was going all out. He needed to test himself, he needed to keep himself in shape. His days as one of Dachau's most respected Zielles might have gone to the wayside, but that didn't mean he should slack off. The ladies had loved him for his physique and charm, and Phrino would rather face his old Alpha Erus in a one-on-one duel than be caught in anything less than peak condition.[/size]
As he ran, Phrino gradually made his way toward the southern border. His pace slowed and he allowed himself a breather as he gazed at his surroundings. It was a beautiful morning in Regnen, although a quiet one, and there was silence in the woods as he moved. It was almost unnaturally quiet. Then again, the last time he'd seen another wolf had been weeks ago. The fire had been debilitating, ripping through the northern parts of Regnen without so much as a blade of grass left to stand. Everyone had fled in different directions, unable to come together as a unit under Erus' leadership. The last he'd seen of Wicca had been her golden eyes. After that, her fur disappeared into the bushes next to him and she was gone. Just like that. In his life for a few weeks and then lost to him again.
It wasn't like he could honestly be upset with her antics, however. In the last few weeks together he'd pushed her away, unable to rekindle what they had back in Dachau before the slave traders and her untimely absence. He didn't want to deal with the drama and he certainly didn't want to deal with falling so madly in love with her again. Not like that. She'd just up and leave him. 'Or get run out of Regnen by a wild forest fire,' Phrino though sarcastically to himself. Anymore, it seemed the gods were never on his side, no matter who he prayed to.
As the male trotted further north, the change in smell was the first key indication. It wasn't Erus' typical scent, rather something more of a pine aroma. Definitely still male. By the dominance and sheer placement, Phrino guessed a challenger. It was the only thing that made logical sense, other than a wandering freior, which would have been rather unusual for these parts.
Better greet them with congratulations and a meal waiting like a good sklavin... Phrino, his fur spiked in anticipation of what was to come, tilted his head back and let loose a howl of meeting, asking the new owner or visitor to drop by. He made it short but strong, hopefully overriding any possibility that the sklavin rank could be traced through his voice. In wait, he sat back on his haunches and let his ears prick up into their typical Zielle alertness.
After a few moments of waiting, there was movement in the bushes up ahead. Soft movement, but movement nonetheless. As the figure come into view, the jokester side of Phrino fell into place and he motioned a paw forward as he mockingly welcomed the new wolf.
"Your majesty. Welcome to Regnen."
What an introduction. There were only two ways this meeting could go. It was time to play his cards, for better or for worse.