This Doesn't Look Like New Orleans
10-04-2014, 06:15 PM
The regal beauty listened careful to each syllable that would fall from his onyx lips. A sort of darkness tainted his words and she was quite skilled at unmasking the wicked. More exciting company? Perhaps her inner masochist would crave a different company; however, her regal blood did not. She was dedicated to her king - being his Kashkar and, perhaps, soon his Naharar. A voice in her mind whispered "caution", though, she just could not resist flirting with danger. Limbs flexed slowly to maintain a posture of a royal figure - shoulders squared and weight placed evenly between each stilt to produce a perfect stance. Head tossed itself into a majestic setting, held high with a serious facial expression - lips returning to default position and eyebrows rising only slightly. Tail was draped loosely, careful to not display dominance over the man. Kylar. . . I am Kashkar of Abaven. The king's leading warrior. Ah, but why does the King of Arcanum desire to know why I have carried myself to these parts? Perhaps it is I who should be wondering why a king would venture to a place of filth. Tired of home? Why would I be? I have plenty to keep me entertained. As you probably can tell, entertainment for me comes rather easy. They flock to me like pigeons. What kind of excitement are you offering, Kylar? Marbled eyes stayed focused on the man's gaze, careful to not display the slightest sign of submission. No. She would rather bleed her last drop before cowering before another. Would she willing join his pack? No. If he threatened her? Mm, no. She would, of course, put up a fight. An undying dedication to her king - to help him build his empire with unimaginable strength. What kind of exciting company was the man offering was unknown to her. Perhaps he, like most others, wanted to combine his body with hers. . . or perhaps it was an alliance? Though, such an alliance would have to be taken up with King Bass. If it were her, she would trust him no more than the ecru lady, Anzehlika. my actions | my words | my thoughts |