@caninewindprincess | STARTER CALL
With this trip to the foreign land of Nippon, Sechs never would have thought that, in tandem with diplomacy, he would find himself enlightened. Wounds not yet healed by time caused ignorance—it was to be expected. But in the company of the elder noble, the boy king was learning to trust. Her royal guard was not like his Masked Men, but rather the Canine Warriors. They were as valiant as any human counterpart could be, and, slowly but surely, he was beginning to understand that they meant no ill.
The youth’s hand gently threaded itself through one of the eight’s fur, his gaze intent, open in his wish to understand that which he had hated so vehemently. The wolves of the desert kingdom were wild, unforgiving beasts; these dogs, however, had an air of grace about them. He was thankful that he could learn.
❝... I think that I understand now,❞ spoke Sechs, his accent still thick and rustic with the foreign words,
❝Your dogs... they are much different to what I know. Façade was full of wolves that plagued the Masked People, slaughtering them as they pleased. Worst of all, they took my queen. They took my wife, my Fyra.❞
