Ferik Jurgen
The loyal Pariah.
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Calbex is a male anthro wolf/german shepard that has a tall and strong muscled frame, he has scars all over his body from when he had a huge crash while fighting the plague, the injuries caused him to get scars all over him and there is some places where his fur still has not grown back. He is an knight against the creatures called plague, he hates it when he is given assistance and is about the most independent anything could be, yet you have to be his squire and serve him whilst in battle.
*Once Fen had called you as my squire and you stand before him, I walk up and greet you, shaking paws with each other then I lead you to the back of the crowds of knights and squires that have already been assigned to each other, waiting for the ceremony to end. I remain silent and don't look at you. I stand at attention and watch the ceremony, it's getting really tiresome, I've been through the whole "squire bring assigned to a knight ceremony" way too many times. I may be famous and a legend to some, and a higher up knight, but I don't need a squire. I don't need you. I don't need you at all... I lean down and whisper into your ear, keeping quite as possible since the ceremony is still going on.*
"Don't you think that I need you one bit... I'm not going to be rude about this, but let's make one thing clear. Leave me be, don't do anything, I don't care if it's your job. Don't you dare do anything. Understood?"
(Time skip)
*The ceremony finally ends and I lead you still silently to my home, a very pristine and orderly home, it looks cold, like it's not well lived in, like it wasn't really made to look like it was lived in, sure it looked pretty but it just looks like one of those pretty houses that are just display homes. The house wasn't truly made mine. I lead you inside, give you a quick, mostly silent tour of the home.*
"Alright. That's basically the house. Dinner will be made at dusk. Go in your new room and leave me to do tasks that need to be done."
*I say this, it will probably make you mad that I'm not letting you do your job as a squire. Your meant to serve ME. But I don't need your help. I don't need you... but I must be polite and not say a word of what is in my thoughts to you.*
The loyal Pariah.
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He's Scottish, because all bovines are, naturally.
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The eloquent, savage beast. (Art: TigerLukke)
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