Warm Welcome
Posted on: March 13, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Slender, with curly auburn hair and fair smooth skin, the goatherd stretched and yawned beneath the shade of the tree. As Thane rode across the stone bridge marking the entrance to the kingdom of Aquillus, his first sight was of the fabulous white walled city that served as the nation’s capitol. His second sight was of the handsome lad dozing while his herd munched idly on the grass. Thane’s sharp blue eyes looked him over. The goatherd was in his early twenties he judged. Lean and supple from a Spartan life carved out on the land. Thane himself was a virtual giant compared to the stripling. Six foot with a hard muscled torso, the warrior’s thick hair hung down to his strong shoulders and was the same pale blonde of his people, the wildmen of the Northern Tundra. His face was angular and coldly handsome with rich almost pouting lips and a sharp aquiline nose. His eyes glittered like the icy waters of his homeland. Years on the road had bronzed his skin and his torso was laid bare to the elements. His broadsword hung on his back and he wore dark breeches and tough leather boots. A wolfish smile crossed his lips. After six months hard slog alone in the Barren Wastes the goatherd was a welcome sight indeed.The first the lad knew that he was not alone was the dark shadow that passed over him. He opened his hazel ...
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