SaphireCameo1
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Saphire dismounted and stretched her tired and sore legs, "oh what a ride" she whispered to her faithful mount and companion.
17 hands high black as midnight Onyx was an impressive steed, and his master was not all together unimpressive herself, Tall for a woman and with excellent muscular tone Saphire had been known to turn heads. Not that she had much interest for it life just didn't seem to give her that chance.
Being a rare breed of half Slaver half human Saphire had never fit into either world. None of it her choice or her mothers. The Slavers had demolished her village and her mothers pride before Saphire was born. To look at Saphire ye could be excused for thinking she but a human, however come night when her eyes turn from pools of blue to a shimmering yellow and her cat like reflexes at there peek ye soon knew there be something different about this one.
Securing Onyx to a branch, Saphire stooped down beside the bubbling stream and cupping the cool water washed her face. Acrolaw was but 2 to 3 days ride from here, it was there she hoped to restock and the head on her way.
Saphire was determined to find her place in this world. Being expelled from her village long ago with childish taunts and her mothers heavy heart, Saphire had ran away and been alone since the age of ten and five. Now twenty and one Saphire had learnt well to survive alone. But she had a need to know a place were she was free to be herself.
Refreshing herself by the stream she decide she would camp here this evening her body to tired to ride on. Standing up she looked around there were fish to be caught in this stream for supper, her cat like instincts allowed her to know this she had incite to were they swam and knew just how to catch them.
"First a fire" she normally spoke to herself in just this way mainly to keep from feeling alone, walking into the woods she picked up twigs and sticks and a few dry leaves to start her fire. Returning to camp she started a warm glowing fire. "now for the fish" Onyx grunted as if agreeing all to use to his masters ramblings.
Glancing around for any sign of life other then that of beast, Saphire certain she was alone began to undress to her briefs, "no sense getting me clothes wet" she whispered as she removed her boots and leggings. Standing knee deep in water with only but a camisole and briefs, Saphire stood still like a statue and moved her hands with the grace of an eagle as she fished for her supper.
17 hands high black as midnight Onyx was an impressive steed, and his master was not all together unimpressive herself, Tall for a woman and with excellent muscular tone Saphire had been known to turn heads. Not that she had much interest for it life just didn't seem to give her that chance.
Being a rare breed of half Slaver half human Saphire had never fit into either world. None of it her choice or her mothers. The Slavers had demolished her village and her mothers pride before Saphire was born. To look at Saphire ye could be excused for thinking she but a human, however come night when her eyes turn from pools of blue to a shimmering yellow and her cat like reflexes at there peek ye soon knew there be something different about this one.
Securing Onyx to a branch, Saphire stooped down beside the bubbling stream and cupping the cool water washed her face. Acrolaw was but 2 to 3 days ride from here, it was there she hoped to restock and the head on her way.
Saphire was determined to find her place in this world. Being expelled from her village long ago with childish taunts and her mothers heavy heart, Saphire had ran away and been alone since the age of ten and five. Now twenty and one Saphire had learnt well to survive alone. But she had a need to know a place were she was free to be herself.
Refreshing herself by the stream she decide she would camp here this evening her body to tired to ride on. Standing up she looked around there were fish to be caught in this stream for supper, her cat like instincts allowed her to know this she had incite to were they swam and knew just how to catch them.
"First a fire" she normally spoke to herself in just this way mainly to keep from feeling alone, walking into the woods she picked up twigs and sticks and a few dry leaves to start her fire. Returning to camp she started a warm glowing fire. "now for the fish" Onyx grunted as if agreeing all to use to his masters ramblings.
Glancing around for any sign of life other then that of beast, Saphire certain she was alone began to undress to her briefs, "no sense getting me clothes wet" she whispered as she removed her boots and leggings. Standing knee deep in water with only but a camisole and briefs, Saphire stood still like a statue and moved her hands with the grace of an eagle as she fished for her supper.