déodat,
New titles meant new responsibilities, it meant others were looking upon you. Déodat had held titles once before, in days long ago, memories that were both bitter and sweet. As was usual for the Blood Prince, he had been spending the first hours of his day patrolling and grazing. At his side was his white pup, Odette, the shepherd was growing and with her new size grew new heights of energy. Once she grew older he knew there would be great benefit to her boundless spunk and need to run. If he could harness it properly, he would have a suitable war hound at his side. Of course he had grown fond of the creature despite their conflicting personalities, he found her to be good company in the most peculiar of ways.
The pair walked in step at a lazy pace, for the most exciting thing they had seen upon patrol was a squirrel that had decided throwing nuts at Odette would be fun. Déodat let the thing pelt her with it’s acorns for brutal lessons were the best ones, but even the assault from a squirrel hadn’t put a damper on the shepherd’s mood. Nothing seemed to tucker her out, no matter how far they patrolled. He snorted and shook his head as he glanced down at the dog who was looking up at him with a gleeful expression.
A familiar voice broke the silence that had formed between the bonded pair. Déodat’s ears perked forward at the sound of his name, and his interest was piqued at the identification of the one who’s voice it was. Lady Illynx, the golden queen of the Basin, one of the few in the frozen land that had earned his respect. She was a powerful woman, and admittedly an attractive one at that. The Blood Prince quickened his gait to a slow trot, as he went he scooped up Odette in his jaws and dropped her onto his shoulder. As he drew closer to the queen he deciphered the second words she called out.
“A dance you desire, a dance you shall have,” Déodat said as he stopped before his leader. Carefully he placed the white pup onto the ground and gestured for her to run off and play elsewhere.”Shall I show you my waltz? Or are you more of a tango sort of woman?” His words were light and teasing, it had been far too long since friendly words had passed from his lips. It had been even longer since he had, had a friendly spar. True there had been one with the behemoth of a soldier, but he wouldn’t precisely call it friendly it leaned more toward a test.
Once the Blood Prince knew that Odette was safely off to the side, he went in for his first attack. He reared up onto his hindlegs and came down toward the earth using that earth rattling magic that had been granted to him upon his promotion. As the earth began to rattle, Odette released a loud yelp and charged off in fright. Later he would have to hunt her down, but there were other tasks at hand. Déodat hoped his stomp had thrown the lady off-guard and he charged forward at a canter aiming toward her right side attempting to drive his shoulder into hers as he went.
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Summary: Uses war stomp and then charges toward Illynx hoping to thrust his right shoulder into hers.]
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