Innocent Anathema
Captivate Me
- Joined
- Mar 6, 2018
- Location
- Far Side of the Moon
Sparx
Word had been sent out to find the legendary barbarian fighter that was famous in the North. Some redheaded woman that just went by the handle of Flame. After careful negotiation, it was determined that she would come to the palace and take up the position of the prince's guardian. Interesting. What sort of prince needed protection and from who? That really left Flame to wonder but she made the journey South none the less.
It was dark when she'd made it to the palace. She bathed since that seemed to be the polite thing to do even if it did make her scent sharper by removing the dirt. Some fuss was made by the guards and some chancellor came to speak with her. The man frankly looked scared of her but she was informed that it was far too late at night to make any introductions at this hour and that the prince had retired to his room hours ago. So, she would be brought to him in the morning.
Yet, Flame was itching and restless after her long journey. Being confined to a room was not her idea of unwinding. So, she did what any good barbarian woman would do. She climbed out her window and used the different statues and ornate finishings to climb her way along the outside of the castle. At least, until she reached a balcony. She sniffed lightly at the air. Now, who's balcony might this be? She wandered across the balcony slipping to the shadows and found the doors closed. Pity but not enough to stop her. Lock picks later and the door swung open near soundlessly. Peering inside, she could see that it was dark and still. No one was inside stirring. Then she spied someone sleeping on a bed and a feral grin crossed her features as she slipped into the room quietly and sauntered into the room quietly to get a better look. It was far too easy to sneak in here to not enjoy something for her time.
A man was asleep on the bed and she tilted her head to the side watching him. With a grin, she slipped onto the bed and crawled over him quite smug that she was able to get this far without waking him. Her face leaned close to his studying his features. Who was this man? He must be important to have his own room. Her hood shielded most of her face except for a few whisps of red hair that were trailing out toward his cheek. Those green eyes of hers flashed in the moonlight as she leaned a little closer to his face. Her lips almost, just almost brushed his as her gaze studied his face as she tried to place him yet, he had an enjoyable scent.
Word had been sent out to find the legendary barbarian fighter that was famous in the North. Some redheaded woman that just went by the handle of Flame. After careful negotiation, it was determined that she would come to the palace and take up the position of the prince's guardian. Interesting. What sort of prince needed protection and from who? That really left Flame to wonder but she made the journey South none the less.
It was dark when she'd made it to the palace. She bathed since that seemed to be the polite thing to do even if it did make her scent sharper by removing the dirt. Some fuss was made by the guards and some chancellor came to speak with her. The man frankly looked scared of her but she was informed that it was far too late at night to make any introductions at this hour and that the prince had retired to his room hours ago. So, she would be brought to him in the morning.
Yet, Flame was itching and restless after her long journey. Being confined to a room was not her idea of unwinding. So, she did what any good barbarian woman would do. She climbed out her window and used the different statues and ornate finishings to climb her way along the outside of the castle. At least, until she reached a balcony. She sniffed lightly at the air. Now, who's balcony might this be? She wandered across the balcony slipping to the shadows and found the doors closed. Pity but not enough to stop her. Lock picks later and the door swung open near soundlessly. Peering inside, she could see that it was dark and still. No one was inside stirring. Then she spied someone sleeping on a bed and a feral grin crossed her features as she slipped into the room quietly and sauntered into the room quietly to get a better look. It was far too easy to sneak in here to not enjoy something for her time.
A man was asleep on the bed and she tilted her head to the side watching him. With a grin, she slipped onto the bed and crawled over him quite smug that she was able to get this far without waking him. Her face leaned close to his studying his features. Who was this man? He must be important to have his own room. Her hood shielded most of her face except for a few whisps of red hair that were trailing out toward his cheek. Those green eyes of hers flashed in the moonlight as she leaned a little closer to his face. Her lips almost, just almost brushed his as her gaze studied his face as she tried to place him yet, he had an enjoyable scent.