Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-3293219-20140304202140

King of the outcasts
Kaizen had been following the beast for some time, it hadn't said a word, though this was expected as he doubted that it was capable of speech.

The Black Argonian stepped through the wilderness, still distrustful of the creature. Even without the ability to speak, it still lied to him. Minotaurs were not stealth warriors; someone else must be doing their bidding...

Or maybe they're doing someone else's...

Nevertheless, Kaizen was still intrigued. The minotaurs were alive as he had hoped and appeared to be doing well, his hopes of recruiting a formidable army were growing with every step as he paced deeper, into minotaur territory.

Kaizen was lead up the mountain side, noticing the cold air around him as his duster coat was blown about by the wind. It was as if nature was mocking his attempts to stay warm, a foolish endeavor, this high up the Jerall Mountain.

The minotaur was unaffected by the cold weather, even though he was shirtless. The fur around his legs, waist and hooves served as a natural pair of pants, that kept the mountain's natives warm in all weathers.

The Argonian glanced around as the land became more barren. His belief in the survival of the minotaurs grew stronger as they approached the rocky regions of the Jerall mountains, full of caves and other hideaways. The Black Argonian sighed with relief as he reached the summit, realising that he had been taken to their lair, a location that was so cryptic, that Kaizen could have spent the next ten years combing the mountain and never come across it.

Two more minotaurs could be seen in the distance, emerging over the lip of the cliff's edge, looking down on their 'guest.' As they saw Kaizen approach, they turned away, heading off to notify their commander.

Kaizen didn't care. As far as he was concerned, he was in no danger. The minotaurs were a near-extinct species, that lived in solitude in the hope of preserving themselves and protecting themselves from civilisation. They wouldn't risk revealing themselves to a human to declare war. If they wanted him dead, they would have tried it before, when they were ghosting him in the woods and if they saw him as a threat or an enemy, they would have left him,   cluelessly wandering the woods, until he went mad or gave up.

As Kaizen reached the higher region, he stopped to see the two minotaur scouts, from earlier, approaching. He noticed that they obstructed a third minotaur, who became visible as they stepped aside, allowing him to pass...

This one was their commander.

He was an elder minotaur, grey mane and a broken horn on the right side of his head as well as several scars on his face and body. The beast was, slightly, taller than the others, his feet thudded as they hit the floor. The commander wanted to get a good look at Kaizen before allowing him access.

He studied The Black Argonian giving a lot of attention to every detail. His scratches, wounds, scars, eyes, scales, clothes...

Scent...

They were all examined, thoroughly, from a distance.

"This one has been playing with fire..." The Commander said, much to Kaizen's surprise.

"Fought in a great battle..." Was he referring to his fight with Mikasa? Veneficus?

Both...

Pelinal?

The Commander sniffed him again, this time his reaction was different, he seemed surprised, almost as surprised as Kaizen was by this beast's ability to speak.

"A woman? Alpha male..."

Kaizen looked at the beast in confusion, was he able to tell that he slept with Petra, just by smell?

"Take him through!" The beast ordered, prompting the two scouts to step forward and stand by Kaizen's arms, boxing him in, in an attempt to intimidate him.

"And if he tries anything...

Kill him."

