The kings room

It had been a short night, but that didn’t press any of the fun. Thriumph could feel it, crawling through his veins. The sheer desire to spill blood had made him as sharp as a freshly sharpened knife. With a few deep breaths the king filled his lungs with the crisp morning air. It was early in the spring, making the mornings still very cold and whimsical. That would all add to the experience, one that he would share with the shapeshifter. His eyes glared through the trees, searching for the gold fur that would eventually fall out of line with the white-esque landscape that ruled the northern parts of Navarre. As Thri pushed his horse a few steps forward, the young lion became visible. ’Good morning,’ His voice was quite mysterious, but still had the same coldness as it ever had. The man sighed, slowly releasing the air out if his lungs. Pushing his lower leg against his horse to sign it to move forward he moved his eyes back on the landscape. ’Such a, lovely, morning to execute my plans,’ He started, talking more in the air than to someone in particular. ’my hunt.’

Even though he had planned everything out into the detail, it still was quite a long ride towards the place the man needed to be. After some quiet minutes Thri decided to break that up again, focusing himself on the animal that he expected was trailing along. ’Tell me, have you ever hunted a man?’ Thriumph’s eyes locked on the golden creature next to him. ’Have you ever tasted human flesh?’