Kiandra_Black
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2013
- Location
- Washington State
Two men sat on their mounts, at the cliff looking over the kingdom. The two were quiet until one looked over and said, "James, have you any word from your sister?" James answered, "My sister is finally coming back today. You remember how she's been training with Sir Lance. It's been five years since we last saw her. I am so happy to see her home. You think she is still that gangly little fourteen year old who used to chase after us, begging us to teach her how to sword fight?"
Serina of Blackstead rode through the gates of the kingdom, her head held high. She smirked as she imagined her brother's reaction. In the past five years, she had changed. No longer was she a wimpy girl. She had grown into a strong young woman. She had finally grown curves, and her long midnight black hair gleamed a dark violet in the sun. It had slight waves to it, and had grown to her shoulder blades. She kept it much shorter than most women, because she knew that in battle it was a weakness.
She headed into the castle courtyard, her black stallion pawing at the ground. The battle horse had been a gift from Sir Lance at the end of her training. He had been her favorite mount while she had been there, and she had seen him grow into the proud horse he was today. She shushed him as he bugled a challenge in his new home, and she smiled when none of the other horses dared to answer. "Hush Dreadnought." Her voice was calm, with a smooth caramel center. When she spoke, it was with authority. Her eyes were the color of amethysts, surrounded by black eyelashes. They were almond shaped. Her lips were pouty, drawing many men to think of how it would feel to kiss her, her body drawing even lustier thoughts.
She looked around for James, as well as his best friend, whom she knew would be wherever James was. The two were peas in a pod.
Serina of Blackstead rode through the gates of the kingdom, her head held high. She smirked as she imagined her brother's reaction. In the past five years, she had changed. No longer was she a wimpy girl. She had grown into a strong young woman. She had finally grown curves, and her long midnight black hair gleamed a dark violet in the sun. It had slight waves to it, and had grown to her shoulder blades. She kept it much shorter than most women, because she knew that in battle it was a weakness.
She headed into the castle courtyard, her black stallion pawing at the ground. The battle horse had been a gift from Sir Lance at the end of her training. He had been her favorite mount while she had been there, and she had seen him grow into the proud horse he was today. She shushed him as he bugled a challenge in his new home, and she smiled when none of the other horses dared to answer. "Hush Dreadnought." Her voice was calm, with a smooth caramel center. When she spoke, it was with authority. Her eyes were the color of amethysts, surrounded by black eyelashes. They were almond shaped. Her lips were pouty, drawing many men to think of how it would feel to kiss her, her body drawing even lustier thoughts.
She looked around for James, as well as his best friend, whom she knew would be wherever James was. The two were peas in a pod.