King Elk Forest fortune and glory, kid

his search was brought to a swift halt as he felt the shape of someone else collide with his rear end. harrison bristled immediately, swinging his crown around to face his assaulter with a wild glint and a peeled lip. when the sputtering girl became a familiar face, the pale snake released a sigh and shook his head at her.

girls were so soft and clumsy, he reminded himself. before the expression on his features was made into a permanent one, harrison cupped his ears forward and lowered his lip back over his canines. he stiffened and lifted his head upward. only then did he adopt his trademark smirk, allowing it to wipe away the last remainder of what had been his hostile snap. the brute was not any more pleased that it had been lilah who had careened into him, but he was always quick to put on a show to hide away any reflection of who he actually was.

“gotta watch where you're going, lilah,” he reminded her in a gruff tone. “you run the risk of bumping into some unsavory characters in a foreign land.”

it would always be their job to protect the fragile women that had pledged themselves to their calling. the men were there to keep those assets safe; they were superior in physicality, after all. harrison had always felt a magnetic pull to the life of a mercenary. it was likely what he would pursue when they had finally claimed the land they intended. ladies couldn't resist a man who could throw his weight around, could they?