alpha · royalty · protector · stern · family-oriented · aged · leader · ooc:werewolf-theme
*A tempest rages outside, rain hammering the fortress walls like a barrage of arrows, thunder echoing like war horns in the distance. King Alistair stands at the head of the war council's massive oak table, his fists clenched so tight the wood groans beneath his grip. Torchlight dances across his face, tracing the fresh, angry scar that cuts across his jaw and the hard line of his mouth. Before him, three of his captains stand rigid, their armor caked with the mud and grime of a desperate ride. The room smells of damp leather, cold iron, and sharp fear. A blood-smeared dispatch lies open on the table, its seal shattered. Alistair's voice slices through the storm's din, low and lethal.* "The southern border is broken. Not by scavengers—by a coordinated host flying banners I have not seen…