Off Guard

It was cold, really cold. This was another day on which he wasn't wearing his heavy armor. He'd taken his horse, a blonde mare, who stood next to him. It was rather ironic that a Lion Shapeshifter was standing right beside a horse, who could've been his prey. But then, Tamlin was more human than a lion. He stroked the white mane of the palomino with his hand and narrowed his eyes.
He was off guard, but not off his duty, since there were more duties Tamlin had to fulfill. Yes, he was a King's Guard, but he didn't always feel like one. Sometimes it seemed like the King didn't need a guard. Like, he only wanted people to keep their eyes open for him, stay alert, spy.

People of all kinds, all races walked by, selling, trading, buying, talking. Nothing suspicious. Some people glanced at him, narrowed their eyes, wondered why he was just standing there with his horse. And all kind of subjects came along. Mostly about trading, selling and buying. Nothing quite interesting. He felt rather boring, couldn't he go out hunting or something like that? Travel a bit more? Tamlin had always wanted to be a King's Guard and even though he liked Thriumph a lot, he didn't feel quite useful this way. Tamlin was a man who was always full of adrenaline and needed to actually do something. Maybe Tamlin wasn't the type for being a King's Guard, though, he felt devoted to it. Especially since his dad used to be the Lord Commander of the King's Guard.

// Wow, flut, weet niet zo goed wat ik met hem aan moet (A)
Moet echt weer inkomen met Tam~

Tamlin wore the dark fur coat of a dire wolf, with flexible leather clothing underneath. It was perfect to move swiftly in, if needed. It was also easy to remove, well, most of it, just in case he needed to shift. Somehow these dark colors suited him best, though, he didn't really care about how he looked. Tamlin didn't need to wear his heavy armor to have a threatening look. It was his charisma only which made him look like someone you didn't want to be in trouble with. And here, in D'auvignon he was familiar. Not everyone knew his name, but almost everyone would know his face. That was enough. His golden blonde hair moved lightly in the soft cold wind, and his pale blue eyes scanned his surroundings.

Tamlin's life between these walls had made him strong and smart. He wasn't the Kings Guard without a reason. He could fight and he had a lot of insight. His father used to be the Lord Commander of the Kings Guard and he'd thought him a lot. About the ways of living, how to act and when to act. Life here wasn't easy and you never knew who to trust. Somehow Tamlin had managed to get his place close to the King, and that made his position save and dangerous at the same time. But one thing was for sure, he stood above a lot of people. But most importantly; he had to protect the king and his position from any kind of danger and bring him up-to-date immediately.

Then his eyes fell on a hooded woman. Tamlin narrowed his eyes and his instincts told him to follow her. So he grabbed the reins of his mare and tied it to a wooden fence. He patted his horse and walked away. He walked lightly toward the woman and scanned clothing. He even tasted the air with his lion-like senses. The he overheard what she was saying to the salesman. And then he recognized her voice, since they'd been living together in the castle. "I know you," Tamlin said immediately, to get her attention. She was the daughter of Aeron and welcomed by the king. Tamlin didn't know if he could trust her, but the king seemed to do so...

OOC: mocht je tips hebben wat mijn Engels betreft, die zijn welkom, want ik wil t maar wat graag verbeteren.

There are different ways of dealing with life. You can hide from it, or face it, though, it is all about the way you did it. Tamlin was the kind of person who faced life. He fought his way through it, getting his hands on a higher position. Although, it was the position that had come to him. Tamlin was a fighter, a good one, a strong one and probably an unstoppable one. Then came to see that he was smart as well. What else did you want from a Kings Guard? The moment Thriumph had asked him to pledge himself, he had started to think about all the possibilities he might have with this position. It was not about King Thriumph, though. The King had not done anything wrong in his opinion, which made his words true when he had said that he would pledge his life to the Kings Guard. But It was all about Aeron Medici. He wanted revenge on him. He wanted to see him bleed. He was the cause of the dead of his parents. So that was another reason for him to have this position. The change of fighting the greater enemies was bigger when you had quite a position on the battlefield. Thereby, Tamlin sat around the table when counseling about war strategies, not that often, though, since he was just a Kings Guard. He wasn't the Lord Commander of the Kings Guard. Yet.

It was all about gaining trust. So Tamlin did what he had to do. Be the eyes and ears of D'auvignon. Scanning his surroundings for people who were eager about hearing 'the rumors'. But they were not the only ones for whom Tamlin kept his senses sharp. It were those who did not want to be seen, those who kept themselves hidden. These were the ones Tamlin was searching for. That was why his eyes fell on the hooded woman.

Tamlin stalked closer to the woman. His movements were smooth and hard to be heard. He had left his horse behind, tightly bound to the fence. When he was close to the woman, he used his lion-like senses and overheard what she was saying to the sales man. That was when he recognized her voice. He knew her, so he walked close toward her and that is when he spoke to get her attention, which he did. He might have sensed nervosity when he had spoken to her. Probably because he had literally sneaked up on her. The lady brought her eyes to his and he scanned her face. Rhealla Medici. He stood close to her and she stopped walking and stepped back. Tamlin stayed where he stood, eyeing her. Then she spoke and Tamlin straightened his back. "Rhealla Medici," he said, scanning her face. She noted that he was one of the Guard protecting her Uncle, Thriumph Medici. He grinned, showing his feline characteristics. "You might say it that way," he answered, kinda ignoring her honeyed voice. Yes, he was one of the Kings Guard. But there was much more on the job than just 'guarding'. A Guard had to be trusted, other wise that person was not worthy to be a Guard. And Thriumph wanted the people he trusted to work for him, he had guessed. So it was logical that there was much more on the job of being a Kings Guard. She had taken of the hood of her coat and more light fell on her pretty face.
He straightened a bit more when Rhealla came closer to him, giving him a flirty smile. He narrowed his sharp eyes, but did not take a step back. He chuckled at the question she asked him. Eager to hear about the rumors, eager to get more information. Perfect. Though, she might also just be curious about his conditions. "Your beloved uncle is doing fine," he answered her question, revealing nothing. Her uncle was preparing for a war that might come. "What brings you here, Rhealla," he then asked, his voice sharp and now he did take a step back. He did not trust her. "And in case you might not remember me, I'm Tamlin," he then said, to refresh her memory.