Oh look, it’s trying to drown itself.

Lips split into an easy grin, chuckle huffing within my chest as the stupid little creature thrust his head into the open water. Evidently it seemed the brown-shaded boy was trying to fish and rather remarkably succeeding although honestly why anyone would want to get their fur in such a state of disarray for something as un-satisfying as a catfish I hardly know. Didn’t he have servants who could do that for him? I smirked once more at my own humour. Of course he didn’t, he was a loner and thusly below the mark on more than just intelligence. Honestly I have no time for such creatures, though today, fortunately for this male, I am feeling almost personable as I ret within the shade a short distance away, evidently unnoticed by my fishing friend. Then again, perhaps it was desirable not to be noticed by something who willingly allows anything from the swamp to actually touch him. Of all the places that had to survive the fall of the sky I would never understand why this sin-ridden swamp had to be one of them. Why was I here then? That is a very good question. I am simply waiting, after all, wolves of ill-repute, wolves I need to keep an eye on tend to hover around these unholy places for whatever reason. Of course, I had resigned myself to the far bank and solid grass, refusing to go any closer to that bog for fear of a repeat incident as had occurred those years ago within Heroma. My foot had been fouled by ooze and indeed my fur had never recovered, thus I watched the male, not a target by any means, merely a source of entertainment as he carried his fish and dirty face back up the bank and began to consume it. Honestly, was he even going to clean himself? He probably spoke with a slur, these swamp wolves normally did. Maybe it would be amusing to see how stupid he actually was.

I stretched as I rose to my paws, powerful limbs and toned frame gliding easily from the shade and into the dappled light, snowy pelt of utter perfection glowing softly, wreathed in a halo of white gold as I strode forward, the male having finished his meal by this stage (and wiped his nose on his leg like a fool) before proceeding to roll about on his back and launch the fish tail into the air. Honestly why I bothered I hardly knew. Violet eyes narrowed, lip curling up in mild disgust as he pounced upon the fish tail and launched it again, the offending tail landing right before my paws. Well, this could be rather amusing after all. I stepped forward lightly, placing my paw on the end of the tail as I sat, pinning it to the floor as I offered the other male the full privilege of my gaze, smirk lacing along my lip as I chuckled softly, easy humour ringing within the tone as my claws held his toy to the floor. I had no intention of harming the fellow, nor of actually doing any true damage to him, I was simply amused by this odd little swamp creature and indeed, once I have been thusly entertained I shall make my way back home. For now however I am content to tease him a little. Let’s see what he’s like eh?

“Tell me, oh Catfish Catcher, what are you doing?”

A vague question, yes, but one that has been known to confuse the lesser of society rather well and indeed as King of Moladion, everyone is my lesser, though I see no need to voice such a thing just yet, head tilting in mild curiosity at how the boy would answer such a question.

Go on, entertain me.



h e y e l
The King