Fluffy Females and Violent Males

[Silver Hawke]

The day was charmingly beautiful, everything from a story book. Indeed, the birds sang in their trees, and small woodland animals chirped and skittered about the grass and brush. A young theruxeren, white of skin and blond of hair, perched herself upon a large bolder that rested on the edge of a packed earthen road. The wind played at her hair, and the fur that lay exposed over her shoulders from the flowing clothing she wore. A simple earthen green shirt covered her upper body, it's front held together with loose leather string. Her bottoms were also simple cloth of a dusty brown, and accented her body nicely while fluttering in the breeze. Her tail twiched and shifted on the rock around her legs, curling over her toes.

In the light that shone down, she seemed to glow. A sweet tune filled the air, emitting from her lips as she sang, her pointed teeth gleaming in the light as she hummed words of a language she didn't know. Upon her lap sat a book, it's pages held in place by her delicate fingers. She appeared for all the world, like a young maiden resting from a walk to read. But her eyes were not on the pages, but their forest green orbs trained on the road, back and forth they flicked, her pointed ears twitching for any sound of a traveler. The fingers of her other hand rested upon the rock as she leaned back on her arm, the fingers drumming as if impatient.

[Kalid909]

Solture stood still a long moment on the empty path, taking in a deep breath of the valley's air, the smells pleasing and relaxing. However, the disappointed look on his face suggested that on the wind, he did not find what he was looking for. Flowers, fresh air, animal droppings... Not a single scent of a freshly cooked meal to be found. Solture gave a disgruntled sigh, and began walking once again, his armor brightly reflecting the sun's golden light, making his armor gleam as if it were afire. His clothes were little more than pants and a sash under the armor, mildly loose fitting and nondescript. His armor, however, was so unique and unusual, it was hard to miss. His furred tail swayed, the two tips moving slightly in bored tandem as he moved on. The road to good food was still long, yet.

The Kalus walked for a while, trailing off in thought as otherwise boredom might seize him on such a perfect day as this. How much farther was it? Would he get there before the sun descended? And most importantly, why did he ever by that useless map from that merchant? Thoughts ran through his mind, occupying him, when a song caught his ears. shifting his brown eyes upward, orange and gold flecks of light reflecting in their surface, he wondered who that might be, as his approach brought the voice, and it's singer, into clarity.

[Silver Hawke]

Danya idly turned a page in her book, her delicate fingers tracing the words. It was written in a tongue she could not read, some strange northern kingdom or some such. She had taken it off a noble she had helped get into a drunken state. Books seemed so nice to her, so interesting, though most of the one's she snatched off the interesting men were of words she couldn't understand. Continuing to sing, her ears twitched at a sound. The crushing of footsteps, heavy ones. The clink of fine armor, the grunt of someone not liking whatever thoughts ran in her head.

Quickly, she checked herself, crossing her digi legs at the ankles, the toes of one beast like foot curled just so, one knee lifted to help support the book as she leaned back further on her arm, arching her back a bit and letting the cloth of her shirt slide down her shoulder to expose more of the vanilla skin of her shoulder and neck. The bodice of her shirt was loose just enough to be enticing to most males that would glance her way. She tilted her head a bit, ears laying back as she hummed to herself, green eyes idly flicking down to the book, her hourglass pupils large as a smile played over her long jaw. A dainty tilt of her chin and she was set for him to appear.

And around the trees he came, a fine looking kalus. She waited until he was closer, and looked up from her book as if suddenly surprised by his appearance. She gasped, smiling slightly at him and lowering her eyelids a bit.

"Hello," her soft voice purred in Rozen. She winked at him, her tail curling around her ankles. "You look like a man on a mission," she purred, lifting one thin blond eyebrow at him.

[Kalid909]

Solture paused, the woman making herself apparent by her gasp and calling of greeting, sitting poised and perfect, every physical feature made evident to one extent or another. She was beautiful, graceful, and pristine, with a fantastic figure. What were the chances of meeting someone like that, all the way out here? Solture, for a moment a bit wide-eyed and stunned, than scowled just a bit. What were the chances, really...? Either she was a ditsy maid from some nearby town where he could finally get something to eat and a stiff drink, or she a flirt with motives... The last seemed most likely, with the winking at him that she was doing, to a complete stranger. Though Solture really did hope for the first; It meant food was nearby.

"Hey." Solture called back, coming to a stop not far from her, only about ten paces. He regarded her with his hooded eyes, head tilted a bit to the side, as a smile spread over his features, a bit crooked in shape. "I'm looking for a village or a town or something. Know where one is?" He asked, and hoped it would be a yes. He was getting tired of walking.

[Silver Hawke]

Danya tilted her head at his words, then giggled a genuine chuckle. "Of course I do," she smiled, sliding off the rock, book now closed and held in one careful hand as she stood, her toes curling into the grass at the edge of the road. Her eyes played over him; the gleaming armor, powerful sword, hard look to his face, a peeking scar here or there. This man was a fighter, and one used to looking out for himself. Men like this didn't usually fall for the first pair of pretty eyelashes to flutter their way. She switched her angle in a breath of a second.

Resting a hand on her hip, she angled her head forward, tail swaying from side to side as she observed him. "From here, there's a small village if you want to call it that, and past there is a town large enough to support a man of your taste. This road also forks three times before you get to either of them. Big hungry boys have big appetites, and big mercenaries have deep pockets. Buy me a drink," she winked at him again, tossing her head back to throw her hair over her shoulders. "And I'll show you the way personally."

She chose this particular area for a reason. She knew the layout. If anything happened, she could bolt, and felt sure she could outrun a kalus burdened with such armor as he was. So long as he didn't catch her, she could strip him for everything he was wroth and break off through one of the back trails. "What do you say?"

[Kalid909]

Solture noticed her change in posture, though not at all what it was about, and passed it off without a thought, listening to her words and suggestion, finding it annoying but reasonable. She obviously seemed to think he was rich, as most did due to his glistening gold armor... Not that he was actually an average mercenary with the worst luck imaginable. Rolling the thought over in his mind, he shifted his weight as he glanced up a moment in contemplation. What was the worst that could happen? He'd lose some coins to a drunken maid... Not that bad, really. Looking back at her, finally gave a firm nod, if not a bit irritable. "Fine, agreed."

The Kalus did not think much else of it, tail swaying still, as he made a gesture down the road ahead of them both. "Feel free to lead the way, you know this place, right?" He stated. He hoped she was not like that merchant, who made claims, an than sold him a faulty map with all the appearance of being made by a infant. Solture should have looked at it before buying, but than, he was too distracted with the terribly fast speech of the man. He was really beginning to hate sellers...

[Silver Hawke]

"I'll lead, you follow handsome," she smiled, moving past him with a sultry sway of her hips to her walk. Her tail swayed slightly behind her and she looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. "What are you doing all the way out here? I don't know of any war going on, so you're a little out of luck if you're looking for work where you'll need that tree whacker on your back." She remained in the lead as they walked, slowly hesitating in her steps just enough for him to catch up and walk beside her. Her tail bumped against his and she smirked at him, lifting an eyebrow. "My my, impressive scars," she stated, running a delicate finger over one exposed on a portion of his arm. Her eyes flicked away from the scar, hoping to distract him with her touching as she searched his waist for a sack or coin purse of some kind. She had known men to put their money in the most undesirable to reach places.

She suddenly moved around him to his other side, as if very interested in designs on his armor, her eyes falling upon the great dragon's eye crystal. She froze for a moment, a shudder falling over her. There was something wrong with this armor. It wasn't gold like it looked, it was just wrong somehow. She flicked her tail, perking up and skipping ahead again, acting as if she had just been distracted by something in the road.

[Kalid909]

Her forward nature caused Solture to be a bit taken aback, as her flirting manner had returned, but more intensive this time... What was wrong with her? Surely, something had to be, as without a coin purse dangling in front of their faces, women were not usually so intent on him. "It's my weapon of choice, I don't part with it for anything." Solture replied simply to her comment, feeling a bit of pride over his favored blade. Besides, one never knew when they would need to break some skulls, and he just love to be prepared... Not that he ever was the cause for his troubles, of course. The eye flared just a touch at the girls gazing, and Solture noted her fast movements, seeming to lose interest in his armor and scars she had so obviously admired. Maybe she sensed the cursed thing too...? He shook his head lightly as she moved forward, giving a huff of irritation. Of course not, the hag back in the cemetery would not have been so obvious.

"You always this flighty?" Solture called, a brow arching slightly as she acted as though she saw something curious ahead. Being a brimming example of social propriety, Solture simply had to ask all the least flattering questions.

[Silver Hawke]

She looked over to him and seemed to blush for a moment, ducking her head and sighing. "I must be frank with you Sir," she replied, both hands not clasping her book infront of her. "I've been waiting for someone like you to come along. I have a ...situation you see, that requires a man of your nature to be solved." She looked over at him through the corner of her eyes, tail now twitching lightly. "But I don't have the kind of money needed to handle the situation." She stepped closer to him, leaning lightly against his arm, letting her soft skin and head brush against his armor, one hand snaking to feel with feathery light touches along his waist, searching for a coin purse, or add to the flirty movement. She was sure this buffoon wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

"I have other things I can pay with though," she added in a breathy voice. "I just hope I'm not competing with any other women. Someone as roughly handsome as you, I couldn't imagine would be alone."

[Kalid909]

Solture at first was figuring it was a job offer like any other, with money he could use, likely needing him to hurt something. However, her implications were quite contrary to what he had thought at first, and left him a bit alarmed. Whether in a positive or negative fashion, though, was still quite confused. The Kalus blinked widely at her leaning, batting her eyes and posed just so. Firstly, he wanted to accept the attention with a bolstering grin, and revel in the attention. Secondly, he wanted to brush her off and demand her aim. Something was not right about this whole thing, and it was beginning to be the cause of an almost crawling sense. Of course, unwitting to him, that would happen to be the lovely lady searching for a coin purse to rob, and not simple a psychological metaphor.

"Listen, lady, I only take money. Nice are you are, a man's got to eat." Solture said, brushing the entire thing aside, instead of answering her comments. It just seemed to sit better with his gut instinct, despite what he may have wanted. She was a harlot of some sort, he was wagering, and wanted protection, perhaps, it seemed to fit in line with her behavior... Danya's hand, however, found the thing she was really looking for, a purse of coins, though it was not heavy in the least...