bitch im fabulous - open + joining

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]So it seemed that his son had somehow wound up in this foul place. How he had managed to travel so far in so little time the dire wolf didn't know, but he wasn't happy that his little leaf had wandered off to god knows where and was living among... mortals. It wasn't even the mortals that were the biggest problem. His son was in the company of demons, angels, and all of those... things. He just hoped that none of them had hurt him. If they had... well, it wouldn't end well for them to say the least. No one touched a fur on his sons pelt. No one.

How did he find out where Requiem had been living? And why had he come so late to pick up his son? The answer to the latter was mainly because of the fact that he wanted to give him some space, like the dire wolf had asked. It wasn't until the prince wasn't coming back home that Thranduil had started to worry. Sure, he knew that his son was pretty much a disgrace, but he was still his son. And as long as the king lived, he would protect his little leaf and make sure that he didn't fall for any lower beings or even befriend them. None of that.

Gracefully walking through the jungle, glancing around with a look of detached interest as his green eyes scoured the trees, the king of the woodland realm waited for someone to notice him - preferably his son. And, so that everyone knew that he was here among them, the male called out. "Le suilon?" he murmured in his native tongue, his gaze flickering briefly. [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]So it seemed that they had been summoned. Good. Now to get his son away from these peasants. "Mae l'ovannen. Odulen an Ionneg," he stated simply with an air of finality around him. He wasn't here to fight them, but if it came to that then very well. For now, he would speak simply to them, and maybe their mortal brains would understand. He wanted his son to be handed over right then and there. [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: georgia; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]An irritated snort escaped the dire wolf and he fixed his gaze on the panther in front of him with steady unwavering an unamused eyes. Of course they wouldn't understand his language. He was expecting too much out of the poor things. But, they did seem to speak English, and he did know that mortal tongue, so, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, the elven king started again, this time in what he considered to be on of the most undeveloped languages of this world. "Evening. I am looking for my son, which I have heard resides with you. I will be taking him back, thank you," he muttered, glaring at them, a challenge in his expression. [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: arial; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]And, his son had yet to show up. Of course. Either he was hiding somewhere in hopes of not being found, or his senses had died the last time they had met, about, oh, one thousand years ago. It actually surprised the male how long he hadn't seen his little leaf, but he didn't let any of that astonishment show on his beautiful maw. He almost completely ignored the cub that had walked over, thinking that it was just another peasant who would be useless in finding his son, but that was until she asked, rather coldly, who his son was. There. They were getting somewhere, at least. Thank the stars for that. He wasn't sure how long he could stay here without dying.

"Greenleaf," he replied, his gaze flickering over the small group who had gathered. And, frankly, he didn't care that his son had changed his name about fifty million times already. To him, he was always going to be his little leaf. "Though to you he might be known as Nezumi, I believe," he continued, remembering his sons message about his new name. What a strange one that was. [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: arial; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]The male raised a metaphoric eyebrow at Carmilla. The griffin seemed not to know anyone by that name, but it also seemed that his son had changed his name yet once more. And he didn't even bother telling him. A small grunt escaped him, and he put his unwavering gaze on the one who had been speaking to him the most right now. "I think I can 'waltz in' and take my son back home," he replied with an air of arrogance. Who did she think she was, telling him what to do with his own son? "I don't really care if he's some general over here, I'm his father and I decide what to do with him," he stated calmly, his gaze as unamused as ever.

// all ic! [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: arial; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]"Its not so much a matter of if he wants to, Selde. It's more of a matter of he has to," he replied with a shrug. "He's been gone too long for my liking, so I want him back. Unless you people are holding him hostage, being all defensive of him like that? Are you hurting my little leaf? If you are I swear I will rip every last one of you to shreds," he muttered menacingly, glaring at them all. "But if you're not, I at least want to speak to him," he stated with a wave of his paw and a roll of his eyes. Though it didn't really matter to him. Once the 'speaking' was done with he'd just whisk him away. [/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: arial; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]There he was, finally. Took him long enough. The scent of his son hit him before the actual sight, and at first, nothing but irritation ran through his veins. When Requiem's heavily scarred body emerged from the undergrowth, however, that feeling quickly turned into worry.

Ignoring his sons statement he instantly rushed to the younger dire wolf's side, worrying over him. "What happened to you! You're injured all over! Who did this to you? Who do I have to rip apart? Ohh my precious little leaf! Your face is all ruined. I need to fix you up. We need to go this instant," he stated, going up behind Requiem and attempting to push him in the direction of the border. "Come on, then," he huffed. Great. He would never give his son the freedom to do anything else anymore after this. Give a boy some freedom and he looks like hell afterwards.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:362px; font-family: arial; text-align:justify; margin-top: -13px; color: white;][hr][sub]He was getting no where. The mortals had brain washed him, haven't they? Where had he gone wrong? Snorting, the dire wolf straightened himself up, regaining his regal-like posture and then glared down at his son. "You are still too young it seems. If you were old enough you wouldn't have gotten yourself into whatever mess caused... that" he muttered, waving a paw in his direction. [b]"But I see your stubbornness hasn't disappeared. Then fine. Stay here. But until you leave with me, I am staying here with you to keep an eye on you," he stated, lifting a paw and smoothing down the fur on his chest.

So it seemed he had dropped to the level of these peasants. Ew. At least he would still be somewhat higher than them. "Well then, everyone. Pleasure to meet you. I guess I'm joining your clan. Good for you. Now get out of my way. Son, show me the way to the living quarters," he stated, rolling his eyes before walking to Requiem's side. "And for gods sakes, change your name. It's awful," he muttered.

// once again, all ic! [/fancypost]