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[demian]

Gazing at the moonlight, satan comes close to me.
He says you can have everything if you leave your soul with me

It’s one of those days. Where the summer heat presses against one’s skin, slowly pulling the perspiration out and across their entire body, soaking their hair and the top of their brow in a way that makes them wish they had a nice cold freezer they could climb into and stay forever. It’s one of those days. Where the heat brings a wave of silence through the kingdom. The creatures have retreated to the holes in the grounds and their nests in the trees. The members of the Valley were most likely huddled around the watering hole, or had made their way towards the north to get a moment’s break.

Yet here was their king, sweltering and forcing himself to be miserable. For you see, he was hiding. Hiding from responsibility and duty. He needed a day to himself, a quiet and peaceful break. With all the things that had happened in the past months the King had found himself exhausted, desperate for those moments of peace. It was in this small corner of the kingdom that he began to rest, his heartbeat slowing as he began to doze.

Then suddenly the sound of the wolves cries filled the air, their barking and howling signaling a chase. For a while he ignored it until the sound of pounding hoof beats soon followed and he realized the pack was chasing another horse straight to him. He listened as they grew closer, his head turning towards the trees moments before the stallion crashed through. The stumble could be heard from his short distance away and without being able to help it, a small smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he chuckles softly. “Quite an entrance you’ve made.”

The jaguar spotted stallion slowly steps into the other’s line of sight. It wouldn’t be an honest to god day if the stallion didn’t have at least one odd run-in in the Valley. “What did you do to get them to chase you like that?” He can feel the alpha close by, and in his mind he asks him to come and then he waits patiently. Slowly the alpha steps from the bushes, dark black fur thick and full of shine as he makes a wide circle around the unknown stallion and with quick steps he trots towards the king, paws padding gently against the soft dirt before sitting next to Valley king as he pants gently, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.
“I’m Demian, welcome to the Valley.”

Demian