Daytripping

There was a palpable tension in the air; Pontifex could feel it. Danger. There was something dangerous lurking in the area. There was an air about Gerhardt, one that the esquire hadn't seen on his king before. He was tense, worried, rather anxious. Just exactly what was going that had his lord so worked up? He didn't have to wait long, the amethyst eyed man providing the explanation. There was a bull on the loose. Threatening the safety of Seracia and the king was looking to get rid of it. Pontifex was the man for the job. Yes sire. I am here to assist with whatever I can. He gave his lord a curt nod, sincerity ringing true in his words. He would do whatever was asked of him to best aid the king in ridding the land of the threat that this bull had become.


The esquire said nothing, simply nodding in acknowledgement of the orders given, frame moving away from the king and the woman whom Gerhardt had called by Crusade, moving in towards the position he'd been assigned. He glanced towards the boy the bird was trying to coral away to safety, making a mental note to try and steer this bull away from him, lest the child become a possible target and the eradication mission turn into a rescuing one. Movements were precise, measured and quiet, crown held low against his shoulders, golden gaze darting across the grass as it began to lower around him. There. The creature was huge, covered in a thick obsidian hide, horns bigger than anything he had seen on a deer or elk protruding from its massive head, an gold object dangling from its nose. He had never seen a creature as fierce as this one. Could the three of them take it down successfully? Pontifex stopped at his designed area, lowering himself against the grass, trying to stay out of sight as much as possible. Golden gaze danced back towards Gerhardt and Crusade, awaiting for the command to strike.



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