08-30-2018, 09:12 PM
he laid low the warriors of old
Nerine had seemed quiet for so long. Tucked away into the corner of their own world while outside of their terrain a storm began to brew. A storm they might not be able to turn away from.
Rome could feel the turning of tides. The changes of leadership abruptly had surprised him. Wishbone had seemed a well-rounded leader. He believed that she could have lead them all to great lengths. However, the crown did not always suit others so easily.
Wearing the weight of the crown and ruling was something he could not relate to. Rome knew little about the dances of leaders, but he was familiar with the way politics were. His own mother taught him the basics and growing up in a kingdom had taught him a thing or two. After leaving the sandy kingdom, a land that seems only to be a legend now, he wanted nothing to do with the sort. It is only recently that he has decided to finally become part of the game that kingdoms and its people play.
The scent of stranger leads him towards the two duo. Rome is often patrolling the borders of the kingdom. It was the scent of the stranger that had alarmed him even more. How long has it been since they have had a visit? He cannot quiet remember.
He moves towards the duo with ease on his paws. The claws sink within the dirt as he comes to a spot, keeping friendly distance from the recently crowned new leader, Breckin. He dips his head in greeting to Breckin. They are strangers, but he is familiar with the new queen to mark her as a resident of Nerine previously.
Turning his attention to Arthas, the dappled stranger, a soft smile curves onto his cream faint-spotted lips. “Welcome to Nerine, Arthas.” A casual greeting was simple for Rome. The familiarity of conversation was easy for him which might easily mark him as a diplomat. However, the ocelot stallion has shifted to face more challenges. It was battle and blood that called him to the ranks of the war caste. “I am Rome.” He then falls silent, allowing the conversation to move forward
Rome could feel the turning of tides. The changes of leadership abruptly had surprised him. Wishbone had seemed a well-rounded leader. He believed that she could have lead them all to great lengths. However, the crown did not always suit others so easily.
Wearing the weight of the crown and ruling was something he could not relate to. Rome knew little about the dances of leaders, but he was familiar with the way politics were. His own mother taught him the basics and growing up in a kingdom had taught him a thing or two. After leaving the sandy kingdom, a land that seems only to be a legend now, he wanted nothing to do with the sort. It is only recently that he has decided to finally become part of the game that kingdoms and its people play.
The scent of stranger leads him towards the two duo. Rome is often patrolling the borders of the kingdom. It was the scent of the stranger that had alarmed him even more. How long has it been since they have had a visit? He cannot quiet remember.
He moves towards the duo with ease on his paws. The claws sink within the dirt as he comes to a spot, keeping friendly distance from the recently crowned new leader, Breckin. He dips his head in greeting to Breckin. They are strangers, but he is familiar with the new queen to mark her as a resident of Nerine previously.
Turning his attention to Arthas, the dappled stranger, a soft smile curves onto his cream faint-spotted lips. “Welcome to Nerine, Arthas.” A casual greeting was simple for Rome. The familiarity of conversation was easy for him which might easily mark him as a diplomat. However, the ocelot stallion has shifted to face more challenges. It was battle and blood that called him to the ranks of the war caste. “I am Rome.” He then falls silent, allowing the conversation to move forward
ROME
tarnished x lucrezia
@[Arthas] @[Breckin]