This one, my fiance's fursona was introduced. Give ya a few guesses who it is.
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The sun had slowly peeked over the treetops, as Tyrong and his companions first laid eyes on the stone walls of Damas. Even from their distance, the young green tiger could see guards patrolling the ramparts, bows slung over shoulders or crossbows in hand. As they drew closer, the tallest buildings were all that was visible over the walls, til they had finally reached the large wooden gates.
A uniformed feline, helm tightly over his head, looked down from the walls above. "Oi!"
Tyrong looked up at the soldier, shielding his eyes from the sun. "I am Tyrong, newly appointed guardian, and these are my companions. We come from Lasaad, seeking an audience with the regent lord."
The soldier looked puzzled. "With what sort of news, Sir Tyrong?"
The tiger's jaw set, he replied, "Tidings from the mouth of Celan himself, who could not come to see the lord directly."
The guard's eyes widened, nodding in understanding. "Very well, you may pass."
Yelling an order to the guards behind him, the wooden doors opened slowly. As the group trotted through, the guard shouted to them. "Take heed, travelers! A dark shadow has crept over the minds of the lord's vassals, and through them, his as well. Keep this in mind as you converse with him!"
Tyrong waved his hand over his shoulder to show he heard, as he led the others through the bustling streets, their falcas chirping and squawking at the sounds around them. Here and there, smalls weapons bazaars and food stands stood, their owners yelling and shouting, selling many different items and things. They looked and called out to the travelers, in an effort to unload their goods on the unsuspecting group.
When they had weaved their way to the city center, Tyrong's jaw dropped in awe at the mere size of the regent lord's palace. The design was simply breathtaking, and such rich patterns of many precious metals and gems were dazzling in the sun.
"What, you never saw a palace before, Ty?" Kylie laughed, jumping off her orange falca, leading it by the reins to the nearby stable.
"No..." Tyrong muttered, still staring at the building, when a pat on the shoulder from Beverei brought him back to reality.
"Come, Tyrong, let's stable our mounts and meet the regent lord."
"Right," Tyrong nodded, jumping off Herso. He led the falca to the stable with the others. Turning around to the palace, he followed the group inside, flanked by four guards from the entrance.
The architecture inside the building was even more awe inspiring, such decadent frippery previously unknown to Tyrong, as he strolled slowly through the halls with his companions, passing dozens on uniformed guards on the way, all of them looking closely upon them as they walked by.
"Tyrong," Wolfclaw said, breaking Tyrong from his admiration of the artistic building design. "Focus. What do you notice about the guards?"
The tiger started watching the guards they were flanked by and passed. Tyrong's eyebrow cocked up as he noticed every guard in the palace was feline, from bengal to puma. "They're all cats. All of them."
"Yeah, I noticed that too," Riku spoke up. "I wonder why?"
"It is off. It must be a quirk of the regent lord," Nykita replied.
"No, this is something else. Like felines are all the regent lord trusts," Wolfclaw said. "Be on your guard Nykita, Kylie."
Kylie snorted. "What about you, old man?"
Wolfclaw smirked. "I'm always on guard, kiddo."
They fell silent as the party finally entered the throne room. The elegant artistry of the room's design caused nearly everyone's jaws to drop; all save for Wolfclaw, who only chuckled at the other's awestruck expressions.
Upon the golden, ornately designed throne, sat a fairly corpulent, richly dressed lion, regarding his new guests with a veiled smirk. Next to him, on a smaller yet just as ornate throne, sat a rather plain looking lioness, presumably his wife. But Tyrong's eyes were drawn to the beautiful handmaiden at her right.
A beautiful black and violet bunny, clad in long, semi-translucent clothing, stood behind the regent lord's wife. Her gorgeous magenta eyes twinkled in the light, her arms at her perfectly curved sides, hands in front of her thighs, and her long legs accentuated by the heels she wore. Tyrong couldn't tear his eyes from her amazing visage, despite the seriousness of the visit. A pretty smile lit up her face, as she gave him a soft wave, making him smile back, unable to keep from waving back to her, his smile growing even wider as she giggled softly.
"Tyrong, focus," Wolfclaw growled, thumping the back of the tiger's head with the butt of his axe handle. "This is not the time to flirt with the palace maidens."
"Ow!" Tyrong exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head. "Who's flirting?" Smirking, he winked and continued. "I was just greeting my future mate."
Riku snorted at Tyrong, shaking his head. "Whatever you say, tiger boy."
A loud voice interrupted their conversation. "And what, pray tell, may this ragtag group of misfits be doing here in my court?" The group turned to see the regent lord, now standing from his seat.
Shaking off the head pain, Tyrong stepped forward, eyes darting back to the gorgeous bunny every few seconds. "Celan, guardian of Lasaad, has a dire warning about the Blight threat."
The lord laughed. "Then why, child, is he not here to give this news?"
Tyrong bowed his head. "He no longer lives." Gasps rang through the room as he continued. "He was gravely injured in a Blight attack on Lasaad, by a Death General named Varlux. He succumbed to the wound."
The lord smiled, infuriating Tyrong. "Death Generals? They're no more; my great grandfather helped ensure their destruction through the Second War." Laughing, he waved his hand at the travelers. "I'm sure age caught up with him, and he was simply overwhelmed. We will deal with the undead beasts as we have always done."
Tyrong growled angrily, roaring, "I saw Varlux with my own eyes! I fought him and his own minions with Wolfclaw himself!" He gestured to the scarred wolf as he spoke, fangs bared towards the lord.
The overweight lion's eyebrow rose, looking over Wolfclaw. "Ah, so this mongrel is the fabled Wolfclaw. The brave canine that fought with the heroes Celan and Maxian to beat back the Blight King in the Fifth War." Chuckling, he added, "The years have not been kind to you, Sir Wolfclaw."
"Neither they to you, 'Lord' Thersus." Wolfclaw smirked.
Thersus patted his stomach, looking at Tyrong again. "Yes well, time makes fools of us all. However, this tiger seems to be a near spitting image of Maxian."
Tyrong stopped growling, simply staring at the lion. "You knew my old man?"
"Only through stories my father..." Thersus stopped, his eyes widened. "You speak the truth, tiger? You're the son of the great Maxian Silverblade?" Murmurs ran through the throne room at this news.
Tyrong nodded, looking Thersus straight in the eyes. "I am Tyrong, son of Maxian Silverblade. Taught by Celan Darkclaw in the ways of the guardian. And I have come to you with this warning at his behest." Pulling Celan's dented halberd from the Black Hole bag, his bag-- he could now finally call it his-- he displayed it to the court. "He gave his life in defense of Lasaad, and held to this world long enough to ensure I could convey this message to you. The Death Generals have returned."
The beautiful handmaiden at the lady's side was in shock the whole speech, hand over her mouth. The lord was dumbfounded. He walked to the tiger slowly, touching the handle of the damaged halberd.
"This is indeed the weapon of the great Celan Darkclaw..." Turning to the nearest guard, he nodded to him. "Bring my military advisors."
"Sir!" The guard saluted, and ran off.
Thersus turned back to Tyrong, clasping his armored shoulders. "You did well, son of Maxian. You and your…" he eyed the others, smirking softly, "companions, can stay in the finest inn of the city, my expense, of course. Tell them Regent Lord Thersus will cover all costs."
Tyrong nodded. "Thank you, Lord Thersus."
"Please, call me Thersus!" He laughed heartily, filling the room with his voice. "It would be shameful to be formal with the son of the great warrior the world ever knew! Now come, you and your allies, recount to me the fight of Lasaad! With a Death General at its head, it must have been a furious battle!"
And so, Tyrong recalled his tale on the battle, leaving out no detail of which he was part. His eyes drifted to the gorgeous bunny from time to time, who looked riveted by the story, eyes always on the green tiger, even after he stood aside next to Thersus, letting the others speak of their side of the tale.
The lion tilted to Tyrong slightly as Riku, the last to speak, told of his protecting the young white cat and her family. He whispered, "The wolf, the horse and panda girls... do you truly trust them?"
Nodding softly, he replied, "With my life, milord. The girls have been with me since childhood, and Wolfclaw served with my old man, that's enough for me."
The lion nodded, just as Riku finished. "Now, then. You all must be starving, and the finest inn in Damas also has the best cook in the Western Continent! Go, eat, drink! All on my tab!" He laughed again dismissing them. The others chatted away as they left the palace, and Tyrong moved to follow.
Before he could, he was stopped by Thersus. "Tyrong, bring Wolfclaw with you here tomorrow, I will be having a meeting with advisors then. Your witness accounts on Varlux will be invaluable, it may help."
"Yes, Thersus." Bowing softly, he turned to leave, eager to fill his hungry belly.
The beautiful handmaiden ran to join him, after speaking quickly with the lord and lady. Easily catching up to him, she spoke in a soft, soothing voice, "I am honored to have met you, Tyrong Silverblade."
Blushing softly at this, the green tiger waved his hand. "Please, just Tyrong, milady."
Boldly laying her hand on his, he stopped and turned, his purple eyes meeting her magenta ones, and he felt himself blush brighter. Giggling softly, she said. "I'm Faviela. And if you'll have me, I'd love to join you at the Golden Crown."
Smiling widely, he nodded. "It'd be my pleasure, Faviela."
She smiled and laughed, running off ahead of him. "Beat ya there, tiger!"
Tyrong laughed, chasing after her to the inn.