(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.
With the sun so inviting, it was hard for the pale princess to ignore its beckoning light. The cheerful birds and buzzing honey bees only added to the flavors of spring, further delighting the female to slip on her daffodil-colored dress and fling her arms out to the day. Her dark, pinned-up hair bounced as with each step that Giselle took, delighting in the warm weather and the colorful lands she had ventured into.
Giselle began to hum a tune along with nature's song, not unusual for the sparkling girl, as her twirling steps were leading her back to Halifax. It was not a few days ago that she met the magical talking cat, who spoke the language of the wolves, and the young girl was hoping to run into those whimsical emerald eyes again.
Powder blue eyes did not settle upon the outskirts of the human city until the following morning, also having been sidetracked by the sights of wild flowers, and birds with a myriad of colors upon their beating wings. A dainty hand brushed past foliage, looking upon the city thoughtfully. The brown and white head of her companion popped out from the satchel at her waist, whiskers twitching as he looked from his caretaker to the big city. 'You going to go look for that.. cat.. again?' The stoat said, nearly spitting out the type of creature it was. Giselle gave a mock sigh and stroked her young friend's head. "Oh, come on Tux, he wasn't going to hurt us. Especially not as something as cute as you~" She said in a light and comforting tone, the hand that stroked his head now falling to stroke his chin.
Despite the weasel's slight protest, however, Giselle continued on, filling the air with yet another tune as she slowly made her way out of the forest. Her melody ended abruptly and she froze in place, however, when the bushes rustled behind her. "Element?" Giselle asked, fingertips curled as she looked over her shoulder. Tux began his shrills, the back of his neck prickling anxiously. 'Giselle, let's get out of--' His words were cut off, though, as the sound of louder growling, as the form of a cougar emerged from a distance. The young girl's shoulders tensed, knowing that her tune had brought the big cat to her. As with all creatures, though, the young girl believed it was friendly. "Hello there." Her tone was polite, yet curious, but every muscle inside of her screamed to get away. It wasn't until the cougar roared that 'Elle gave way to her senses, and bolted.
The pale girl screaming as she darted into the woods, hearing as the woods crashed behind her, knowing the creature was closing in. "Ahhh! Somebody, help us~!" Giselle screamed, pushing herself as far and as fast as she could go on two legs. Daring to look behind her, she could not see the animal, but knew it was close, and without looking where she was going her foot tripped over a log and her body was flung into a dip in the earth. "Oof!" She cried out, but knew she had no time as Giselle fumbled to get up again, her dress stained by the forest. Hands attempted to claw their way to the edge of the ditch, but it was a bit too high and steep for her to climb out. Worrying sounds escaped her as she tried again and again, but cream-tipped ears pinned back against her head when she heard the cougar's growling just above.
Pressing her back against the dirt wall, she watched the big creature walk up to the edge of the ditch, it's muscles tensed. Giselle could only stand there, her body shaking, fearfully awaiting for the wicked thing to jump down and do what it did best.
Time went on, birds chirped and scattered as he walked along the forest, animals shied away to the apex predator he was. For all Saluce’s faults his dashing good looks where only a side effect of the physical shape he kept himself in. He also had a bad temperament towards most individuals that didn’t show much worth. He urged his horse to stop for a moment as a hand went over his leather straps keeping his armor tightly secured to his arms. The spikes along the outer edge where for show as much as they were for close quarters. The warrior was massive and his size meant he wasn’t as fast as smaller advisories, so protection was his counter. If anyone was foolish enough to come in close they were gone, or not quick enough to avoid his hammer.
His ears twitched, hearing a roar off in the distance. It was normal for big cats to roam through the lands and Saluce had killed them before deeming them a thread to Dahlia, today would be no different. He’d go hunting, knowing his horse was looking for something interesting to do as well. So he urged it forward into a quick trot in the direction to investigate. No bear or cat would infringe upon Dahlian borders without consequences. But the cry for help was overheard as he was assuming it would be his normal day to day duty. Just what he didn’t want someone being harmed and his horse sensed the urgency and automatically darted off in the direction with a thunder of hoof beats.
It always seemed these damn cats never quit, his form came upon the scene and his presence hadn’t deterred the cat at all as he dismounted, hammer in hand. His running form a thunder in its own right before he reached the deep trench she was trapped in. It was a split second call, attack the cat or try to get her out first. It wasn’t much of a choice, his form fell down on his knees and he reached down grabbing a hand calling out to her slight frame.
“Climb!” He’d heave her out if he had to but he needed both her hands. His form leaned over offering his other hand with a sense of urgency about him.
Sorry, it's short. Not a whole lot I could do ._.;
Word Count → 230
When I'm awake, I'm still dreaming.
She awaited for the cat to draw near, eyes wide and beginning to film over with tears. This was the end of the road, the pale girl was sure of it. Her body molded into the wall of dirt behind her, feeling her companion begin to wriggle out of the satchel. One dainty hand stopped him, knowing this was one battle that Tux could not save them from. No words were drawn from her lips, nothing but the silent screams that threatened her. The strong cat approached the edge of the ditched, licking its lips, muscles shifting as they prepared to pounce on her lithe form.
But then, she felt something grab her arm and lift it towards the sky, and Giselle didn't have much time to react to the forceful clutch. She heard a single word of instruction, and happily rose her other hand for whomever it was to grab on to. With the leverage, Giselle began to push herself up with all the girlish strength she could muster, awaiting for the pull from the stranger above her. It was then that she screamed slightly, as the cat jumped into the ditch, fangs bared. All the young girl could do was kick at it viciously with her bare feet, to stall it, still struggling to get herself up and out of the ditch and away from the vicious cat.
((hope you don't mind the PP, if you do you I will gladly change the post hon, sorry for taking so long. Really like the thread though!))
His hand found hers, and with the approaching mountain lion he had but a mere second to react. Perfectly attuned muscles went into action, biceps flexing under the awkward weight of the lady he was saving. A loud growl almost grunt escaped the brutes lips as he summoned the power to lift her even under such bad leverage. And finally with success her form slowly at first started to move upwards, with that it allowed him the freedom to brace his form by pushing upward with his powerful thighs. Finally her light form was pulled upwards with incredible speed, the lithe little goddess flying upwards and into his arms and out of danger for now.
Having her safely above the pit his form acted on auto pilot, a loud snarl emanated from his lips, placing her firmly behind him, if any damage would come her way then he would take it, but he knew better. The cat wouldn’t take on two wolves, especially a big male such as he was, especially pissed. His hulking form stood above the ditch, looking down on the cat, claws extended, fangs bared, any movement toward him would provoke an attack. Saluce’s mind couldn’t think much on the lady he had just saved or on how attractive she was, just that she was safe behind him, and for now that was all that mattered.
