Douko stepped off the plane, his large brown eyes squinting from the sudden exposure to the sun. For a few  seconds he stared out at the large estate that spread across his entire vision. His jaw noticeably tensed as his teeth clenched and unclenched.  His feet descended down the small plane steps to the tarmac the plane had landed on. Several people followed him down the steps after he cleared them. Two were large men, though he still stood a few inches above them. Their girths were large, their muscles obvious as their shirts seemed to cling to their bodies like a second skin. There were also three women, two of which were tall slender women with the body of athletes, their arms defined and hair pulled back. The last woman was smaller, barely above five feet tall with a mousy face and brown hair. All of his entourage wore black and white suits, except for the small girl that followed close to Douko’s heels. She wore a simple yellow dress with her hair down.<br/><br/>A man came from the estate, his expression of obvious fear as he set his sights on the imposing force presented to him. “Prince Douko?” The man asked, a note of fear in his voice. Douko’s gaze centered on the man. “Th-this way Your Highness…” He turned and began back into the estate. As if he needed to confirm who he was. Douko followed the escort, the yellow clad girl close on his heels with the four other members following several paces behind him. The group was led through the guest part of the estate, the lavish decorations doing nothing to impress Douko. His style was slightly different. They got to the door and the man bowed. “Should I announce you, Your Highness?” The human asked. Douko just glared at the man. He nodded, taking a hint and scurried away.<br/><br/>Douko didn’t go directly in. He stood there for a long second, letting out a breath that hissed between his pale lips. The girl in yellow touched the back of his hand and he tore his skin from her grasp. He looked down at her and she bowed her head in servitude. Douko stepped forward, his hand going to the golden handles and pulled the door open.<br/><br/>Douko was imposing as he came in. His large stature and physical build was unmatched by his chiseled jaw that was obviously tensed. Thick dark eyebrows were over set his large brown eyes, orbs of almost black color. He had short black hair and scruffy facial hair that wrapped around his jaw, upper lip and slightly down his throat. The man wore black trousers and a white button up shirt with the cuffs folded back to his elbows. The first three buttons were left undone. Douko looked at the meager human that stood at the table. His eyes took in the tattoos.  He was a child, at least, the size of one. Even the females in his group were taller. His gaze watched as the boy seemed to stare at him, a cocky grin prickling at the corner of his lips.<br/><br/><br/>His attention was turned to the King as he spoke of not being rude. Douko came further into the room, his entourage following with a man and woman staying outside. The woman in yellow took a place by the wall, staying out of the way. Douko noticed the snake on the man’s wrist, having first thought it was a bracelet. He froze, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat before he peeled his gaze from it and looked at the document on the table. A little signature would seal his fate away. At least he got to stay in his home and it wasn’t like he planned to stay faithful. A werewolf had needs.  It was then the other spoke, his voice matching his appearance.<br/><br/>Douko pulled out a chair across from Red and sat down. “Douko Darrow.” He said, his voice deep but held an almost enticing smoothness to it. He pulled the paper closer to himself to read. He was silent as his eyes drifted over the page, reading the fine print and taking not of what he was actually signing. Never trust a human. He held out his hand and one of the women that came into the room with him came over and placed a pen in it. He signed the document. His writing rough and barely legible.<br/><br/>Partner Two, Signature<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Douko Darrow</span></span><br/><br/>The werewolf stood and looked at the king. He said nothing to the individual before he looked at the boy. “Are you packed?” He asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. He did not want to wait longer than he had to. This placed smelled of human, the filth and stench of their bodies was on everything.