Wolf RPG

Their modest station in the pass came to bore the prince. He announced brashly to his men that he was to set off that morning. Half his regiment would stay to assist in fortifying the pass, the second would advance east. Servants were sent to each of the assemblies from Akashingo, advising of this decision with an open invitation to join him.

By day the regiment pushed across the jagged land, a long and winding caravan seeking higher ground with a fresher water source than the dwindling remains of the serpent in Luneshale.

By night he was increasingly deprived of royal dues in want of the divine presence of his Queen, but heated by the contest for her pleasure and the spiteful looks upon princely faces when he had her at last bound to him.

By dusk the smell of water heightened, the limestone ridgeline revealed a path through her naval and the procession funneled into a dank, walled expanse.

There is a great danger for one woman’s voice that tolls in the attendance of bone-tired men, who themselves grow weary of masculine company; who are spent from the desert road, but eager to hold and be held, and a sweet voice in the air reminds them of just how persistent a need it is. The voyagers accumulated behind their prince in a pile of restless shadows, each vying for a look at the girl.

“Enough,” the prince is quick to ward off smoldering tongues with a snarl of his own that commanded she is not to be touched. He shot a glare at @Siatum. It is an unspoken order that any man found touching this girl would be gelded.

“We journey on behalf of Queen Toula of Akashingo. I am prince Rashpeses,” his introduction is made with a graceful forward step. She is indeed beautiful with a coat of bronze and emerald eyes of well-bred nobility.

“Are you from the pack?” He asked, maintaining a distance. She appeared to be alone and he would not frighten her off. He gestures to a servant, “My men will bring you something to eat if you are hungry.”