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...

Thank you! Made my day!<3

As soon as she got a proper look at the man, Anann knew him to be the king. She had not known what exactly she would find and so far the man had exceeded her expectations. His smirk sparked one of her own, glad she had caught the mans interest, no matter the fashion. His words confirm that he was indeed her man. He sauntered forward, his eyes roaming her figure. Anann did not notice though, her eyes too, were distracted. Noticing his slight limp she searched first for its source, then took in the scenery.

He was like no other man she'd ever seen. She had lived her life in a world of wolves. Most held the few yotes with little respect, let alone dogs. They had a few heelers and collies back home. The heelers were brutish, with their thick heads and snouts. The collies small, frail things. None of these characters fit the man before her. While he hand the sharp facial features of a collie, he was much taller, muscular. A man fit to be king.

While the golden fem looked the man over with an approving eye, her stead had a much different opinion of the man. Rem eyed the russet male with clear disdain. Giving a stomp and a snort as Jacquez approached them. Anann gave the brutish stallion a pat on the neck to settle him, running her hand under his mane. Her smirk grew as accented words flowed from his lips, a venomous nature to his grin. I seek to join your merry band of mongrels and misfits, sir. Swinging her leg over, Anann set side-saddle. If you'll have me.

As she spoke she nudged her horse forward, bring herself but a pace for the monarch. A golden hand extended, waiting for the strong white hand of his. But first I wish to know the man I would call my king. I have served one tyrant, I do not wish to be in the hands of another. Her dark eyes looking to eyes darker still. She wanted to scratch beneath this man's pretty exterior and see what kind of man he was. She knew she couldn't hope to find the core, a glimpse was all she was asking for.