DON'T YOU WORRY
08-21-2013, 12:14 AM
He was uneasy now. So very uneasy. His father would be heading to the battlefield very soon and the prodigy would accompany the pale ghost, if only to guard the safety of his father and king. He had to make sure that if Isardis came out the winner of the battle and claimed the woman as his prize, that no Valhallans would try to attack him out of vengeance. He knew Argent shared his sentiments, but of the two, she was probably the more experienced. Although, the titan had his massive size and brute strength to his advantage, but he didn't mind admitting that he needed a bit more training. He was only two years of age after all, hardly experienced enough. Though that didn't mean he was an amateur by any means. Everyone could use improvement and the young man was no exception. It was another night, another round of patrolling the borders. It had become a comfortable routine for Taurig, giving him something to do even if it wasn't really much to do with that anyway. It was a night much similar to the first that he had met Argent, and he wasn't surprised when he heard her call summoning him from the heart of Glaciem. Abandoning his patrol, the gargantuan adjusted his course so that he was moving towards her call, his icy gaze dancing through the darkness, seeking out her moonwashed pelt, locking with those familiar ruby eyes. Argent. You summoned me? He already had a vague idea of why she'd called for him, but it didn't hurt to confirm what he was already thinking. He allowed his gaze to wander her silver figure, lingering over the curves of her hips, noting how beautiful her pelt gleamed beneath the moonlight. A frown creased his brow at the thoughts, casting them aside as he gave the overseer his complete attention. Talk like this |