12-15-2016, 11:04 AM
He came like a storm upon the horizon, powerful and silent. A mixture of neutral hues drawing nearer. Onlookers wondering if they should watch in awe or take shelter but something draws them to observe as it rolls in... Waiting to see what happens
Like all great storms there is a calm before the chaos it will surely create.
As the solider marches forth upon the new lands far from his kingdom, he scans the new terrain... Searching, seeking for a familiar face. He sees none among the many who gathered here. He had reason to venture from his home lands... A need to find a lost one.
His regal crown held high, nares flared as he drew in scents. What was this? A perfume so sweet. He twisted his massive nape to the direction the winds brought this delightful treat. Like the aroma of freshly baked sweets it tempted him. Sky hued occults fixed upon a figure not far off. The same neutral hues as he but frame much more delicate, more feminine, more beautiful...
He could not help but stare and was not ashamed of it. What shame was there in looking upon a work of art. But a great work of art has a story, a deeper meaning... The grandest beauty was not always just what you can see. He had to know the beauty within this master piece...
With a flirtatious whip to his flanks from silver tassels his crown tucked tightly against his chest. Daggers took stride towards the beauty. He neared in a two step dance of his lineage hoping to interest her in conversing. He slowed to a halt a respectful distance from her. Crown untucked from his deep chest and extended a greeting to her...
I beg thee pardoned M'Lady for I could not help but gaze upon such beauty from a far.
He dipped his crown in respect but was not in the least bit sorry for staring.
How are you this fine day?
He awaited her answer hoping she was well. She seemed to be searching for something or someone as was he. Maybe she wished for company of another. He would be more than happy to help in any way he could.