All the kings horses, all the kings men

Anann Kelevra · 03-21-2010, 03:36 PM

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Hello! *flails* =D

It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do. Trying to find a man you'd never met, never scented. Not easy, but not impossible. She had gathered some information on the man, enough to have a rough of idea of what to expect. Not that it painted the most appealing picture either. A womanizing, one-armed mongrel king. Whom may or may not resort to force in conquests...sounded like a real charmer. Until she met the man though, it was all just hear say. Egotistical men that thought the world revolved about them had a scent to them though. Confidence, just like fear could be smelt. While perhaps only a clue, it was a start none the less.

It hadn't taken too long for the huntress caught scent of interest. A nudge of her heel corrected her steads path and a sharp click of her tongue increased his speed. Light was fading, she'd rather get things started before darkness fell over the lands. Galloping after the scent, its origin came into view. There was no way she could know if the man before her was the man she sought to find . A slight shift of her weight and the horse dug in his heels, skidding to stop a few yards from the man she could only assume was the king. Anann Kelevra, I seek audience with King Jacquez Trouillefou. Woman and horse both dipped their heads briefly.

Unlike all her encounters with the others from these lands, the golden fem was completely unarmed, save what nature gave her. She had not donned her swords since she'd left home, but the little blade she kept at her thigh rarely left her body. With out it she felt naked. As naked as one could feel in their fur. It had still been too cold for a bath, without proper shelter and a fire. A side from that, she had taken the time to groom her fur. Her mane was short, and un-styled. Her last man had never complained for her lack of a flowing mane. She supposed her tall, toned and curvy body made up for it she supposed. A warrior, she was still a woman. The dying light of the sun made her honey and caramel tones glow soft and golden. Keese had mentioned he always had loved the way she looked in the evening light. Thus she had waited late in the day to seek the king, wanting him to see her at her best.

However, it was her that was taken back by the man before her. She had known dogs in her life. Though they were hardly second class citizens were she had come from. Never before had she seen one that held themselves with such confidence, his seemed set to flame in the fading light and matched by his poise. Missing an arm, the man was still fit and toned. The white arm he had was well muscled. Quickly she squashed the attraction she felt for the man and tossed it away. That was not why she was here. Forbidden fruit was always so tempting...

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