" every scar will build my throne. "
He has always known about the existence of shifters but he has never seen them with his own eyes. Sure, Leliana’s wings had changed their shape from time to time, but that had only come as a mild surprise for him. He quietly drinks from the springs of Loess and casually observes his home as the new members begin to intermingle with the old until they become one. It’s nice, seeing everyone getting along so well without him having to urge them together. They all unite to his purpose and hurry to help gather healers for the people of the southern region. He thinks he must have caused a lot of destruction in his life and it’s time to try putting things back together for the Loessians. Nevermind the cost.
As he lifts his head, water dribbling between his teeth and down his chin, he sees the bear rummaging through the berry bushes just beyond the borders. He blinks, caught off guard by the large predator so close to his home. His lower jaw falls slack as he watches the creature turn to a horse. A whole entire horse. Without even realizing, his legs begin to move him closer and closer once she comes to a stop at the border. His head tilts this way and that, making sure it isn’t some strange trick of the light that makes her look equine now.
“So… Are you a bear or not?” he asks abruptly, eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. Nevermind introductions or welcoming her to Loess, he just wants to know if she’s a bear trying to sneak into the kingdom. Was that a thing they did? Maybe the smart bears, which she seemed to be, considering she stopped at the border and beckoned for someone. He moves forward and begins to circle her while maintaining a careful distance between them.
“I’m Vulgaris. What other secrets are you hiding?”
VulgariS
