The Exiled

Part 1

Laurence approached the front gates of the kingdom. The gates were wooden, but many different colors of wood- two guards stood, their faces blank. Both human, but only at this moment. One had sable colored ears, short hair, and a tail, surely a wolf of sorts. A red collar lied around his neck. His companion had flame colored, medium-length hair with black strands. Small fangs showed as he stood, half leaning against the kingdom's entrance. He had round ears and a long, slender tail of the same color. A tiger. He, too, had a red collar. They both wore uniforms; navy blue metallic (yet lightweight) armor with golden accents. Before reaching them, Laurence transferred from his wolf to his more human-like form. He looked similar to the wolf guard- except his animal-like features were white. He had long hair, which took on more of a grey color. He wore the standard high-class uniform- navy blue pants that were tucked into black slightly-over-the-knee-high boots, a white shirt with small ruffles at the shoulders, and a navy blue jacket with golden accents.
    He reached the guards. They both glanced at him, then opened the gates leading to the small, quiet kingdom. Laurence headed inside, and immediately towards the main building- where King lived.
    There was a dull village surrounding a beautiful main building. The occasional candle was set up at the front of a house, seeing as it was near midnight. Even fewer people wandered the streets. A large stone wall surrounded the kingdom.
    Laurence was heading up the stairs leading to the main building- and heard a familiar trill behind him. He turned, and there was a human Haydn. She had mid-length russet hair and a scrappy looking dress, along with the caracal ears and tail.
    "You finally made it, grumpy! I was wondering where you'd gotten off to!" one of the guards of the main building cast a frustrated look in their direction.
    "I washed up. Now, stop yelling. You're going to get me in trouble." He runs his fingers through his hair nervously. Haydn flattens her ears, her brilliant blue eyes filled with frustration.
    "I don't care! I-" Laurence pats her head (as she is a foot or so shorter than him). "S..s...!" She's halfway between saying "stop" and "stupid."
         "Now go home and get some rest." The little caracal seemed she would protest. Instead, she nodded before turning and running down the stairs and through the village to wherever she stayed.
         Every one of our conversations ends up with her running away, Laurence thought with an amused chuckle. He turned to the main building to join the other scouts, knights, and whatever else in the sleeping quarters.

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Sorry that this part is so short, but I believe this will be the shortest bit in the whole story. I didn't realize it was so short but the other parts are big so hopefully they compensate. Remember to vote and comment!