((let's have them meet shall we?))

Dannalhe had been having a bad day all day. His parents had revealed to him whom he was going to get married to, and he wasn't happy about it. She was an elf. An ELF. Never before in history had the shapeshifters, like himself, found themselves getting along with elves. They had never seen eye to eye, and the differences between the races had always been a sore spot. His parents though were very optimistic about this, saying that the princess was beautiful and that he would be happy. He didn't like thinking about being with such a stuck up elf, since they had too much pride. Walking towards the elven throne room he felt his stomach twisting and his skin crawling at the want to shift and get the hell out of here. His well toned muscles were tense and he kept his jaw clenched so he wouldn't say anything as the elven rulers stood and introduced their daughter, and Dannalhe watched as she slowly walked out into sight.