Call me the "Azlan"

[Circa 12th Century]

The light of the day was tiring and a golden glow came in through the small stone window near where he was sitting - it touched his hands with cheerful promise. He looked over to see the curious luminescence now filling his room. His wonder took him to peer out from the window that he might take in the nourishment of the falling light ... when gazing out upon the lawns his eyes then fell upon a strange creature lying there, looking up at him.

He had no idea what beast this might be. He took it as perhaps a very large dog. Instinctively he snatched a half eaten lamb leg and made fast to the grounds in the hope to get a closer look upon this marvellous creature. Down the steps and outside he found that the animal was even larger than he had first assumed. Its fur was velvety and appeared golden in the setting sun's glamour. It was twice as big as any canine and its face was more feline than hound.

Richard tentatively threw the lamb leg towards the giant cat, who moved not when the greasy mutton fell directly on his magnificent paw.

"What are you strange beasty? Are you real or a being of enchantment? Are you a cat from a giant's world perhaps? What may I call you?" the good King asked carefully.

"You may call me the Azlan" the animal purred back.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series