Knowing whom I serve

Vigilante Haskel · 05-22-2010, 02:26 PM

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I am super sorry for the delay! 300+ words.

Nádherné stared at the doggish man, nostrils flaring at the intrusion to his sizable makeshift stable. Vigilante had decided that today was a good day to tidy up the inside, so he had turned the blood bay stallion loose. Unfortunately, the stallion was less than amused by the sight of the King kneeling in his stable, and that was making things difficult. Vigilante finally stood, emerald eyes glaring at the stallion, though it was not real anger or annoyance. The man and horse had a strange relationship. Vigilante did not ride Nádherné, and he did not use him for anything. Generally, the stallion stayed by the house, something he did of his own choosing. His homemade stable did not even have a door. The relationship between them was one of friends, he supposed, though he did not quite know if that was an appropriate description. Really, he just took care of the horse, because the horse had chose him ages ago.

"Fine," he said, brushing at his knees some as he stood, knowing that there was a bit of dirt on both of them from kneeling for so long. "You win. I will let you be." Vigilante ran a hand down the stallion's nose, an affectionate gesture for the stallion that he still found so mysterious. Leaving Nádherné to do whatever it was that he did when he was alone in the back yard, the doggish man entered the house through the back door. He did not get very far down the hallway before a knock sounded at his door. Without a moment's hesitation, the King changed his direction to the front door. When he opened it, he recognized the woman from the meeting, though he was unsure of her name. "Hello," he said pleasantly, curious to know the reason for the visit. It was not often that he had visitors at his house.

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