Zale

It was asked of him by his human king, Raphael, so naturally, he would do it. Though many would see this as a big thing to ask of someone, he wasn’t just anyone, was he? His footsteps echoed down the corridor of Elderwood Castle. Cold… it was always so damn cold, especially in winter. Pulling up the hood lower over his forehead, he still didn’t miss the passing stares of the human servants. He had gotten used to the stares, the unease everyone put off when they were close to him. After living here in the Elderwood castle for the last 14 years, he had been numbed to it all. Though today he was nervous, something that annoyed Zale. He was never nervous about anything anymore really. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails digging into the tender flesh, an attempt to calm his nerves and stay in control. He had smelled you the moment you were brought into the castle—an intoxicating cocktail of pheromones.