WE'RE EVERLASTING
Days and nights were a blur these days, his mother and father had taken the throne after his grandfathers demise. Grandmother had killed her own king, her own love. The thought behind it was kind, however. She did all of Starfall a favor, Beartooth was spiraling and only plunging them into more and more bloodshed. Tarben was in better hands now, and all that needed to be done was the coronation and the announcement of the packs union together.
The thought of being married off made him feel queasy, it was not the way of the pack he grew up in. He would not have a choice. Yet, he found himself in awe at the glowing strand that connected him out to the oceans to the West. He had a soulmate in Ranjord, and he could only hope it was one of the royal family. To cut a tie would be to deny his destiny to this woman. He chose not to venture out, mainly for the fact he'd have to face the seas rage just to find her, but also to leave it to fate.
His rose colored eyes stayed on the small island packland as he watched from the cliffs above. A distant call rang through the air, and an exhale left his nares as he turned reluctantly towards the call. He swiftly ventured inland, making his way to the border on his thin stilts. White and crimson fur mingled with the light snow as he crawled to get a better look at the wolf. By her scent he could gather she was a female, something Tarben needed more of. Fresh meat. His roses peered at her as she slept, staying in the brush. His paw stepped on a twig, snapping it as he watched to see if she would wake.
The lady jumped to her paws, growling. "Whos there?" He grinned in amusement before stepping out of the brush to show himself. "Should not I be asking you that? After all, you called for Tarben and are a stranger to us." His northern accent thick, as his grandfathers. His peafowl feathers ruffled as he took a seat in the snow. "Settle yourself. I am Prince Erik, son of Lova and Kublai. And you are?" He asked, waiting for her reply before beginning to speak again. "A pretty little thing like yourself will do well here, such a shame I am spoken for." He grinned at her, before shrugging his shoulders. Should she advance, he might make a move on her. But he wasn't going to go out of his way to muddy an unsoiled woman in Tarben, not when he had to uphold a promise to another still.
"Allow me to fill you in on Tarben laws. We are Dane country. Murder is allowed here, so long as it is not deemed senseless. Women are prizes to the men, and may be claimed. Should you find yourself claimed by a male, he will be the only you lay with. Should another wish for your hand, the one who has claimed you must battle the newcomer." The Dane Prince smirked, tilting his head. "A pretty dove like you will get snatched up in no time, if you're not getting scared off by our laws."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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