Greatwater Lake Visuvius

They tore across the shoulder-high fields to the banks of the great lake where the tower of Zharille rose amidst the blue-grey mountains. The desert king was armored all in black, save the streaks of gold that blazed like fire in the molten sun. Muscled, heavy, yet swift on his feet, and stalking with the deft of a predatory cat. He flanked his wife, eyes never pulling from where she was in view, but with his nose and ears he hunted. These were Their lands, Theirs by right– and now by blood.

Treading ahead, his dark parry was added to the lake woman’s call, then he stood in silent wait, cruel eyes trained on the wooded banks ahead.