A Fair Maidan's Kiss

The stranger is vison in the fog, her small form giving off a glow that brightens the swirling mists around her. Even the books that the boy pours over could never have imagined a beauty like her and Jericho valiantly fights off his imaginary shrubbery dragon in order to protect her. Once it is vanquished, the young wolf kneels before the Princess on the raised platform and bows his head as she gracefully slides down from her pedestal to grace him with her presence. White eyes spy her dainty paws approach and he lifts his gaze to catch the flourished bow that the small woman gives. On of those slender paws gently alights on his shoulder and the boy takes it as his cue to stand.

Her voice is sweeter than a song and as soft as silk as she thanks him and, quite suddenly, she gives him a kiss. Alora’s chaste offering feels like a bolt of lightning to his cheek and heat immediately floods his face. While the dark fur might hide this fact, the starry eyes and dopey grin that appear speak for themselves. As she calls him her hero, Jericho’s heart flutters with delight and the silly string of unintelligible words slip free from his lips. Never has he laid eyes on such a beautiful creature and this… vision in wolf form just gave him a kiss.

Eyelids flutter as the goofy grin grows, the heat he feels beginning to crawl down his neck as he sighs dreamily. The glow that Alora’s markings give off pulse brightly as she questions how he found her and the spell the boy has been under breaks. Wide eyes blink as the grin falls away to reveal a shy little smile. Ducking his head slightly, the boy admits, “Well uh… you see, I have been reading a lot of books about knights and princess. I saw that castle place not far from here and thought, ‘I bet that a princess lives there!’ and well, one thing led to another and I decided to go on an adventure!”

Eyes roam the strange area he has found himself in and sheepishly admits, “But I think I might have wandered a little far from my pack…” This never happens in the stories he reads but they also never seem to think princesses can do much. Silly books. Bringing his pale gaze back to the woman, he says, “Would my beautiful Princess consider escorting her brave Sir Jericho out of this place? I’ll protect you!” The boy knows he should not be here all by himself but this lady has been kind and sweet and he wouldn’t mind walking with her for a bit… even if is only so he can look at her.




WC: 460
Total WC: 1677 / 1500


"Jericho Agatsuma-Kedieo"