The young lord was pacing back and forth in his palace near his throne,his coattails trailing behind him. His attire was the finest silk in the province,and a silky white,grayish color with red accents,and a peacock symbol on his back,followed by red and black tattoos on his arms. He was an albino. He had everything...a flourishing Kingdom,an army of wolf-like warriors ready to fight for him,and still,he felt...empty. His hair was up as he sighed,grumbling "Stupid commoners..."