05-22-2011, 09:23 PM
(set on the eastern edge of Dahlia near Halifax, put it here since it won't actually take place in Dahlia)
Saluce per usual was out mounted atop his horse, adorned in his armor, and carrying that massive hammer of his. He was patrolling the borders, making sure the scent marks where not marred or sullied by some usurper to Nayru’s crown. If he found one, they would be cut down just like the rest of the vermin that traversed these lands. The man was protective of his queen, and would stay that way until he was unable to perform those duties. Then he guessed he’d have to retire at some point. But that date was still a long way away, he hoped anyway.
Yesterday had gone about as good as it could have went he guessed. Amata’s scent still clung to his nose pleasantly even though the treasured female hadn’t done anything un-lady like with him. This all reminded him of her and it made him rather quite happy today. It was unusual for the man to be in such high spirits even if he had a weight hanging on his shoulders much more massive than patrolling the borders. At some point he would need to tell Nayru of his findings, he just couldn’t quite figure out how to do it yet.
The behemoths horse, which was a monster in its own right, nickered softly in annoyance at the boring task. The tall black shire horse was unmatched in size and ill temper in these lands even if it seemed to have a mind of its own. Saluce offered a simple pat as always and urged him forward once again in their never ending task. One thing still couldn’t be resolved though, his loins burned with passion, and since he hadn’t released all that pent up energy he almost wished he came across Desiree, certainly that lovely female would cure him of what had stirred him. He hadn’t stopped to consider the complications of it all, but he knew without a doubt Desiree was a fling, and that Amata was the one he knew he wanted.
Saluce per usual was out mounted atop his horse, adorned in his armor, and carrying that massive hammer of his. He was patrolling the borders, making sure the scent marks where not marred or sullied by some usurper to Nayru’s crown. If he found one, they would be cut down just like the rest of the vermin that traversed these lands. The man was protective of his queen, and would stay that way until he was unable to perform those duties. Then he guessed he’d have to retire at some point. But that date was still a long way away, he hoped anyway.
Yesterday had gone about as good as it could have went he guessed. Amata’s scent still clung to his nose pleasantly even though the treasured female hadn’t done anything un-lady like with him. This all reminded him of her and it made him rather quite happy today. It was unusual for the man to be in such high spirits even if he had a weight hanging on his shoulders much more massive than patrolling the borders. At some point he would need to tell Nayru of his findings, he just couldn’t quite figure out how to do it yet.
The behemoths horse, which was a monster in its own right, nickered softly in annoyance at the boring task. The tall black shire horse was unmatched in size and ill temper in these lands even if it seemed to have a mind of its own. Saluce offered a simple pat as always and urged him forward once again in their never ending task. One thing still couldn’t be resolved though, his loins burned with passion, and since he hadn’t released all that pent up energy he almost wished he came across Desiree, certainly that lovely female would cure him of what had stirred him. He hadn’t stopped to consider the complications of it all, but he knew without a doubt Desiree was a fling, and that Amata was the one he knew he wanted.