Blacktail Deer Plateau lyrebird

not a prob! <3

She was smoke and ice, and her step was rife with confidence. Openly, Xerxes swept her form for the minute details that he so relished in a woman before meeting her eyes, a small smile pulling at the edges of his mouth. "The gods of this place must have a grave humour to them if they allow dragons to fly about," Xerxes answered, though it was not immediately clear from the modulation of his tone whether he was merely teasing the woman or if he truly believed that the hideous fire-lizards roamed free here. "But, ah! I have forgotten myself. I am Xerxes, Great Shah of Samarkand, son of Dariush, Protector of Susa, and I have no business here. For the present," the Persian added, drinking in her scent with a subtle extension of his proud neck. Her scent was painted carefully onto the borders, in a strong mingling of self and the last summer flowers, but it lacked the heavy masculine tang of a ruling male, which Xerxes found intriguing. Titillating. He had long since learned not to comment upon a woman's solitude in this land; the females here were quite particular about their ideas regarding independence, which the handsome Persian merely saw as a weakness. "I thought that I would come to solidify peace with the leaders in this place, for the duration of my stay."