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[center][h3][i]The hound rests by the Kings side, teeth bared with pearly whites, ready to be sunk into the flesh of his lord's enemies.[/i][/h3][/center]
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The moon was raised high into the sky, illuminating the tents with faint shadows of light. Within these shadows of tents, a figure moved through them swiftly and with slight haste. The tapetum lucidum in his eyes made it seem that his sclera's shined with the deepest of pure gold. The ruby like gem in the center of his chest plate dimly glowed red as he made his way towards Falk's Hall. His eyes shot around the encampment, glancing to see how his brethren were doing. As he passed, many of the fae bowed deep in respect. He held power, he held grace, he held the authority and leadership of many of those under Falk's rule. This was General Sorin Savant, the Wraith of War and the Fury of Fall. His stories and legends held true throughout the fey when it came to battle and fighting. But currently he had been called to Falk side. A matter of militaristic concerns more than likely but Falk never really had too much to worry about with Sorin. Sorin had been mistaken many a time for being that of Winter born and raised. Of course this was not the case. What made him seem as such was his experience in battle and the hardening of his heart. 

"General Sorin...We have some security measures to discus-" One of the captains of the guard rushed to his side only to be interrupted by the General.

[color=aba000]"In a bit Altair, I have been summoned. We will discuss this later."[/color] He briskly walked passed him and towards the falls. Things had grown excessively out of hand in his opinion but an opinion he currently held to himself. Not much longer did it take for him to reach the falls and enter, his presence made very much aware to Falk. With a brisk pace, he made it up to The Fall King's throne, roughly 7 feet before it, kneeling down low with his head bent to match.

[color=aba000]"You summoned me, m'lord?"[/color] His eyes remained low towards the ground until Falk spoke up.