With the birth of five daughters, five sons, and still Sorayas whelps on the way, he was living a very eventful season. Three litters born so far, and one more on the way of his - All in Autumn. It seemed truly beautiful that he was blessed with such seeds - Women took to him so quickly it seemed. The only somewhat issue, was Irina kept his children. Surely they would visit, but he wanted his children with him. He was greedy, he knew that. But he wanted more sons. More fighters. Should he have daughters with Soraya, they would be more than likely married off to other packs to form alliances. But for now, he only had Skadi he could call a Princess. It had seemed she was off doing something lately, he wondered if she had been claimed yet - Or if he should parade her about and see who would claim her. Come to think of it, he should do that for all of the unclaimed women. Skadi he held the most highest regard for though, next to of course, Soraya.
They were lacking, there was no fighting over women. He knew all too well he'd be pupping Soraya until she could not pup anymore, she was his own personal play thing. But it was different, he loved her. As he laid in thought, his mind wondered to the presence of males in the lands. He didn't even know if anyone had used Larentia - She needed to be broken. For the leading males, the adults - Wendigo, Pontchartrain, Boiko, and Phobus. The younglings were the same size in number, Ares being the eldest, and then his children, Radke, and Arvin. For the women, he had Rayne, Skadi, Nadia, Baba Yaga, his two elders, and the three pups - Raven, Huginn, and Muninn. Larentia was meerly a plaything for the pack, and Drevis would surely not accept their ways . . . Unless strong Wendigo could convince her.
His thinking by the frozen lake was cut short, he was being summoned. A males call, asking to be greeted. Greeted he would be - The man needed more of the entitled attitude around here, but someone who'd put action behind it. He wanted to see a brawl. His blood lust was growing, he needed more warriors. As the Dane King ran towards his gates, he put a smile on his face. The scent of the man hit his nares, a young adult. He was surely ready to find himself some women. As the brown hued male slowed, his icy gaze fixated on the male who called for him.
His crown and banner rose high in the air to signify just who he was. His icy eyes looked to make contact with the blues of the boy. "I am King Beartooth, this is Tarben, Dane land." He started, a cold yet stoic expression on his face. "What is your name, and what do you seek? If it is a home, then granted. You will be a Dane, and Dane men may take as many women as they want. You can claim any woman, aside from my wife and the one in the cage - The one in the cage is a prisoner, and is able to be used as a pup maker to everyones liking. To claim an already taken woman, you must fight who claimed her. Murder is free in our snow capped hills, as long it is not petty." He said, turning his head to the kingdom before back to the man. "So what say you, are you Dane?"
"PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE." Brother of Bastian & Bones |
| Tied to Soraya | Father of Many | King of Tarben | Metalhead |
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