Thread: Khan's Bride || ƒeral x rosita red

Salyn'tuya Khojin, a name like its owner. Tall as the stalwart oak at 6'1'', the Tol'vari Khan was the very image of power and valor. Her shoulders were broad and arms strong, lean muscles rippling beneath soft fur. Not bulky - her build indicating equal time spent training strength and agility, and though the sheet of sinews lining her limbs marked her status as an accomplished fighter, her figure still retained a softer, feminine edge. As per her people's customs, the Khan clad herself no differently from any of her warriors. Boiled leather, intricately carved, was fashioned into a strappy bustier and a cross between a skirt and loincloth. Her armor, if it could be called such, left practically everything on display, vulnerable, and the lack of visible scarring beyond a single diagonal gash stretching her white-furred abs only highlighted her prowess in combat. Raven locks were pulled into various braids, decorating with tokens of affection from her wives and symbols of her status and deeds. A pair of alert ears parted the rivers of black, twitching at the slightest sound. Her jaw was angular and strong, her features remarkably feline despite its similarities to the fur-less race. Her wide muzzle a frosty white, fading to a tan before abruptly erupting into flames of orange and gold. Black stripes lined either sides of her face, relatively symmetrical but not perfectly identical the mark of king upon her forehead broad and pronounced, denoting her proud lineage. The stripes continued down the cords of her throat, her chest, arms and legs and even a thickly furred tail. Her eyes shone, gleamed, intelligent molten gold surrounding a single speck of black, pupils notably smaller in the bright sunlight. But of course, those were details only a Tol'var would appreciate, the Furless seemingly incapable of distinguishing the Tol'vari from one another, seeing only sharp claws and features foreign and frightening. And they should fear her. Behind her was the might of twelve clans merged into one, the dominant Tigris bloodline having absorbed all the other similar races until only the unified Tol'var remained. Her people numbered in the tens of thousands - a fraction of what the Furless boasted, but unlike those pink-fleshed ones, every single Tol'vir from the newly weened pup to the aging elderly knew how to ride and to kill. The Khan wasted no time making idle preparations for this peculiar meeting, though the corner of her lips did curl in amusement at the thought of a elven princess brave enough to request her presence. She was dressed as she always did, mobile and agile in leather, handsome and fearsome astride her war kodo. The great beasts, though lumbering and clumsy looking, were anything but. And at nearly 1.5 times the size of a warhorse and armed with horns and toughened hides, they were a awe-inspiring sight in their own right. Hers, in particular, was terrifying. Larger than the average kodo and tar black instead of grey, its abnormality was accompanied by a foul temper and razor sharp horns. It huffed and snorted as it made its way up the hill, hoovesprints reshaping the earth below. In a show of cordiality, the Khan rode unarmed, though the glimpses of fang as she smiled called to question whether she needed weaponry at all. Behind her, her Bloodsworn rode, four warriors armed to the teeth, expressions steely. While the Furless always seemed fond of grand processions and fanciful entrances, she only tipped her head at one of her Bloodsworn as she rode closer to the summit, who promptly announced her arrival with a Kodo-horn carved trumpet. This was the meeting spot that they had agreed upon, and her scout, a female Tol'var, should already be at the summit. It would be perhaps a minute or so before the khan's party came into view.