04-18-2012, 05:31 AM
[html]The ebony woman was pleased when he indicated he would join them and a small smile graced her bleached face. Pulling the reins lightly and placing pressure on Valhalla's side with her leg she turned him around gracefully, her horsemanship skills evident. Brisky she urged Valhalla into a trot and they headed back towards her and her slaves camp, the hulking white male trailing behind the trio submissively, a hand protectively draped over his sword that hung loosely at his hips - his mis-colored eyes never leaving the strange man on horseback following his mistress.
He would not say anything, trusting Alessandras judgement - as always, but he received vibes from this stranger that did not sit quite well with him. They reached camp long before him and he paused, looking the sandy colored male over for a long while before finally coming from the back of them to the fire. Without a word he flipped the pheasant breasts over, grasping a small jar and pinching a little bit of salt and other herbs and spices his mistress had collected over the meat a final time as he checked to make sure they were full cooked. Retrieving two plates, he removed a breast and placed one on each of the plates, holding them outstretched to his mistress and their newfound companion, dark eyes watching.
Pleased with her slaves quickness, Alessandra rode beside the fire and jumped off of her horse, quickly relieving Valhall of his saddle and bridal, the war horse whickering in pleasure as the pressure of the straps was taken away. Prancing a few meters away, he began to graze in the grass while occasionally pausing to watch the female horse of the strange curiously, bobbing his head from side to side and flaring his nostrils at her. Alessandra looked back at the strange male still in his horses saddle uncertainly, normally she didn't remove her skull but felt it was appropriate for some reason, and hesitantly she raised her hands and slowly took it off of her head, the air feeling cool on her furred cheeks.
Her markings were certainly strange, but perhaps he could relate. He had many piercings in his ears and markings around his eyes, surely he was no stranger to these sorts of things. Grinning at the male, she shrugged and motioned towards the meal offered silently by her slave. " Do you have a name? " The inky female questioned, grabbing her plate and seating herself beside the fire. If he gave his, she would give hers.[/html]
He would not say anything, trusting Alessandras judgement - as always, but he received vibes from this stranger that did not sit quite well with him. They reached camp long before him and he paused, looking the sandy colored male over for a long while before finally coming from the back of them to the fire. Without a word he flipped the pheasant breasts over, grasping a small jar and pinching a little bit of salt and other herbs and spices his mistress had collected over the meat a final time as he checked to make sure they were full cooked. Retrieving two plates, he removed a breast and placed one on each of the plates, holding them outstretched to his mistress and their newfound companion, dark eyes watching.
Pleased with her slaves quickness, Alessandra rode beside the fire and jumped off of her horse, quickly relieving Valhall of his saddle and bridal, the war horse whickering in pleasure as the pressure of the straps was taken away. Prancing a few meters away, he began to graze in the grass while occasionally pausing to watch the female horse of the strange curiously, bobbing his head from side to side and flaring his nostrils at her. Alessandra looked back at the strange male still in his horses saddle uncertainly, normally she didn't remove her skull but felt it was appropriate for some reason, and hesitantly she raised her hands and slowly took it off of her head, the air feeling cool on her furred cheeks.
Her markings were certainly strange, but perhaps he could relate. He had many piercings in his ears and markings around his eyes, surely he was no stranger to these sorts of things. Grinning at the male, she shrugged and motioned towards the meal offered silently by her slave. " Do you have a name? " The inky female questioned, grabbing her plate and seating herself beside the fire. If he gave his, she would give hers.[/html]