white flag
05-14-2013, 07:27 PM
Nostrils would flare as he once again came toe to toe with the black bull. This beast had to be eradicated, and quick. This time it seemed to be in an unusually good mood, and simply snorted its foul breath into his face before turning away. A man could learn to live with a reaction like that. Gerhardt watched the beast move on, not willing to turn his back on the unruly creature. The King was a smart man, only a fool would turn their back on an enemy. As the blackened brute disappeared into the forest, the King would finally bring himself to pivot away. He had no real idea of where he was headed, he was just pacing around his territory, breathing in the warm and welcoming scent of Seracia. The Kingdom was at peace, and so was its King. At least until he breathed in the pungent musk of Tortuga. Crown would quite literally snap in the direction of the scent, breathing it in selfishly. Gluttonous for the air - as if he could only scarcely believe it - the man drew in the scent like it would be the last breath he ever took. Just what was Tortuga doing here? Judging by the aroma drifting toward him it was only one - and that one was close. Perched on the tresses of his borders, the King knew he needed to get to them at once. This was no ordinary border call. Swinging his hips into line with the rest of his body - which had contorted into an unnatural state - he picked up a bumpy trot and moved for the borderline. Russet fur gleamed on the horizon. The woman stuck out like a sore thumb, much like his sons would have in the same position and lighting. She was very beautiful, but the King wasn't concerned with such things at that moment in time. The concern he did have revolved around what the Tortugan lass was doing at his border. He hoped for everyone's sake that her intentions were pure. "Good day, miss. Gerhardt Mathias, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Words trailed off of his tongue smoothly and eloquently. He had every intention of this meeting going well - if it was indeed a meeting at all. Bodice remained standing, poised and pristine. Tail wavered behind him casually as he watched her through amethyst looking-glasses. "Speech" |