Looking for a Vacancy

Aernd?s examined her environment while she waited, taking in the trees and the creek that flowed through the terra. It was surprisingly peaceful here. A bit too much so for a warrior such as herself but even she wasn't so hard-headed that a place such as this appealed to her wander-weary bones. The woman stretched light, lithe frame undulating as she worked out the kinks in her shoulders. Being stationary brought he ache back and she realized now how sore her paws were. She hoped this went well and she'd have a place to stay.


A short time later she was greeted by a handsome, unusually marked male. Her eyes lingered on the unusual cross-mark on his right forelimb. She too bore a mark, a scar on her left foreleg from when she'd been claimed but her heavy winter coat had grown in, hiding it. The fur parting oddly when she moved being the only sign that she'd once been marked a slave.


The gladiator was curious about the males own mark, wondering if it was a birth mark or some sort of dye in the fur. She turned to him and smiled, head bowing in respectful greeting. "Master Prima, I am Aernd?s Thyre. A gladiator of Rhesia looking for a new home. Have you any need for warriors?"


"Speech"