08-01-2016, 04:50 PM
LET ME IN THE WALL YOU'VE BUILT AROUND.
WE CAN LIGHT A MATCH, AND BURN IT DOWN.
A behemoth of marred obsidian hair, littered with heavy scars of various ages and lengths, with searing red eyes, he is not easily hidden away against the dreary, stark landscape of melting ice and age-old jagged stones. The heavy lining of pines in the distance are his only reprieve, but he does not often hide away within their refuge.
He remains a pillar against the beige and alabaster terrain; a monument of all that he is and all that he will be. He does not hide away, as he has little reason or calling to - a King should not shy away from his responsibility, and so he does not.
He bathes beneath the warmth of the sun as he nears the border, agitation lined in his glowering eyes. His muscles ripple gently beneath his pelt, each step deliberately slow - he knows the capabilities of his patrol, and so he dares not question it, but the tension is palpable and the heavy stench of a wayward female draws him forward along the icy border. Her words, terse and fraught with friction and disrespect, weigh heavily on him and it takes him very little time to decide that the bad taste in his mouth is caused by the disdain rising with in his throat.
He listens, his heavy cranium tilting from side to side as he shakes his matted locks of hair along the nape of his neck, and he nears the pair. He glances only momentarily to Romek, before focusing on the mousy grulla female, nostrils flaring at her obvious contempt.
"There is nothing that you can do; you are not welcome here. Disrespect and a foul temper hardly make for an invaluable member of any community. You have done enough to transgress and violate our borders, and you have made it a point to be uncivil to my Lieutenant. You should leave, lest I be forced to show you the way myself."
OFFSPRING
THE FIRE AND ICE KING OF THE TUNDRA