What could possibly be more alluring to a warrior obsessed with power than another warrior whose strength grows with her enemy’s?
It seems inevitable that these wandering warriors would eventually cross paths, and likely swords. Slowly coming to terms with the raw power of the crazy panther princess would send Tau into a state of narcissistic adoration. While Shadow Hunter would initially find Tau clingy and obnoxious, enough time spent in forced proximity would make her slowly recognize his noble spirit.
Maybe these wily wildfolk eventually find themselves face to face with a feline’s mortal enemy: A three-headed dog guarding the gates of hell.
Lacking all regard for her own safety, Shadow Hunter leaps into action, immediately disabling one of the inconceivably powerful demon dog’s heads. But in her haste, she neglects to defend herself from the remaining two. As fragile as she is deadly, her death seems all but certain.
The light grows dim as a deafening roar fills the air, echoing across the mountains and shaking the very bedrock of Krystara.
Tau drinks deeply of the fires of hades. His muscles swollen and his veins filled with hellfire, his eyes fixate with single-minded purpose on the doomed entity that dares threaten the object of his affection.
Kerberos didn’t have time to realize the folly of his ways before having all three craniums crushed to a bloody pulp by Shadow Hunter’s enraged admirer.
Shaken from her brush with depth, Shadow Hunter finally realizes the look in Tau’s eyes was not that of childish obsession, but that of undying respect and love. It was at that moment she realized the anxiety that had been knotting her stomach for so long was in fact love, loathe as she was to admit so to herself.
Think about it.
THINK ABOUT IT
