With his newest bundle of blessing firmly in their den, safely tucked away Adeodatus had gone off towards the borders. Now that he had more children to watch and protect he was more diligent to keep the borders protected. No, he didn't go marking the borders with his own scent, Adeodatus didn't want to over mark Alaric's own but he patrolled it often, much like today. The brute walked its length at a luxury pace so that he could check every bit of it, sniffing it here and there with his nose or the glands that were at the top of his mouth and when he found nothing at the one spot he would move on. @Luther ♔ +5 Patrol your borders

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The day had started off with a clear vision in his mind; have a nice breakfast, torment your younger siblings, patrol the borders. However, by the time Luther had got to patrolling, he was already sluggish by the giant thigh he'd had in the morning. The bright light reflecting off the snow beat against his light green eyes, proving to only further exhaust the Mire Heir.

So he'd decided to sprawl on the snow, right here at the border, and rest a bit under the sparse sun rays. The cold didn't bother him much, considering his thick pale pelt, and he'd almost dozed off a couple of times until footsteps made him sober up.

@Adeodatus was a stranger. He knew that the man was one of his Vater's cronies, but other than that... he was a mystery. Unlike the cruel prince, the older man was doing his duties. "Hallo," he greets, but remains laying down. Maybe he'll get up in a bit.

Moving along, stopping once or twice along the snow covered border before he nearly stumbled over a white pelted figure. Stopping just a few paces before he actually did, only the yearling's voice being the main reason for his halt. Bloodied jewels landing on the white pelt that kept the yearling well hidden and if he had spoken Adeodatus would have surely walked right over him. Buna ziua. His own greeting. Of course, Adeodatus didn't know that this was one of Alaric's children ( though it wouldn't change how he acted towards the prince ) and would watch him curiously. Just going to lay there all day? He would question, mused slightly at the idea. @Luther ♔ +5 Patrol your borders (2/2)

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When @Adeodatus approached, Luther couldn't help but notice the overbite that the older man harbored. In comparison, Luther was the opposite, sporting an underbite that was gifted to him genetically by none other than his deceased mother. Well, Erna did have an overbite more akin to Adeodatus', though. Could the man be family?

Those suspicions were dispelled when the grey brute offered a greeting in an odd language unfamiliar to the princeling. Just going to lay there all day? What a prick. "Maybe. Got any other offers?" Something amusing, hopefully. Luther did enjoy sprawling on the comfortable snow like a polar bear. One could say it was his element.

If they were related, Adeodatus wouldn't know. But he would doubt it wholeheartedly. As far as the Devorre knew, there was a limited number of lions within the Mire ( and Amaryllis itself ) that held the Devorre in their blood like he did. Majority of those lions were his children now, and Astarte's but she did not claim the Devorre line anymore so could they really be accounted as family? Not really. However, Adeodatus did notice the few traits that he seemed to carry but didn't ask about them. When @Luther ♔ spoke, and seemed to silently offer something else Adeodatus would raise an eyebrow at the white pelted princeling. Well, we could always test each other's strength, unless you have a better idea?

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The proposal that Adeodatus gave was to test their strengths, and Luther's tail flickered behind him idly, until he began to strengthen up and shift to move on his feet. "And how do you propose to do that?" Fighting sounded bothersome, considering that Luther was groggy and was still healing from his wounds. The Prince shrugged his broad shoulders nonchalantly at the notion of different ideas. "Maybe. Have you ever tried to... y'know, take it easy?" His lips split in a smirk. That guy looked like the last person who would take it easy, but often times those types of lions needed to chill down the most.

Ears pushed forwards as the white prince and his bloodied jewels took in the wounds that he seemed to be healing from and how he was groggy. It was rather irritating but Adeodatus kept his face neutral as he would study the younger male before shrugging his shoulders. Well, I've already patrolled the borders, and you are healing so jogging or fighting is probably out of the question. He would state. Even though Adeodatus would have willingly gone into another fight, the scars that began to form on his features was proof but others were not so willing and therefore the Devorre beast would be willing to be lazy. Moving to a nearby area, he would lounge there with a small puff of white fluff coming up when his body hit the ground. Adeodatus, what's your name? @Luther ♔

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It was true; Luther's condition (and his laziness) did but @Adeodatus in checkmate, and without much protests, the dutiful hound slipped down to the ground to lounge nearby Luther. "Attaboy," The Princeling encouraged with a growing grin. Corrupt another one of daddy's soldiers: successful.

And since there was not much else to delve into, the lion began with a simple introduction. Adeodatus. What a bothersome name. "Prince Luther at your services." Well, not really because Prince Luther was only at his own service. "I assume you're not simply a toy soldier, hmm? Do you carry a title?" Why else would he be busting his ass to patrol borders he cared little about?

@Luther ♔ may think he was corrupting Adeodatus but in truth, Adeodatus needed to take a break every now and then. And if he didn't make himself do it then someone needed to throw out the offer and that was what he took Luther's response as. Ears twisting in his ashen mane as he heard the prince's comment, even flatting in his main briefly as bloodied jewels rolled at the comment. Just brush it off dude. However, his ears pushed back up when he heard the title and name and realized just who this was. Though Luther wouldn't be held in high regard as his father, he would still have the respect of the Devorre until proven otherwise. No, I hold the title of Noble. He would muse towards the prince.

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Noble! So that explains why @Adeodatus was such a tight ass! He refrained from full-on bursting into laughter at his observation but did let his amused smile grow. The image of the Devorre man just trying so hard to please Alaric was hilarious. It was great, though, that his father had such loyal members. "My father must hold you in high regard then," the boy observed. Perhaps playing nice will serve him well in the future. He wasn't particularly looking to make friends, but allies? Absolutely. "When did you join Ecrosia, Adeodatus?" Luther knew some of his pride mates, but not all.