Thread: POACHER! (Jack Stalker and SHARPii)

Several deer had indeed vanished over the course of a few days dragging what she could to her village. It was unfortunate, spilling the blood and life of an innocent woodland creature to feed the depravity of her village who unfortunately happened to be low-stocked, capable of easy famine and disease, and poverty-ridden among the struggling yet surviving inhabitants. Despite its risk, she knew well of, and the illegality of it all, it was for a good cause, for the sake of her village. Its not like she was born evil or born with this provoking need to seek out the ever-famed Prince but its perks were heavily noted, a good enough inspiration to give him a word or two perhaps, despite his supposed domineering will she only heard of and thankfully never received, not to her knowledge that is. Natalie Westport made her way over through the forest, finding the very same spot that was both breathtakingly beautiful and like a little oasis in the middle of these parts. There was no amount of spring better enough for a bathing opportunity like this one she found during the start of her many indiscreet extracurricular activities involving the many lives of deer. Standing before it, she dropped her armory and began to undress, her brown eyes greedily drinking in the beautiful sight before her, article of clothing one by one being removed from her body until there was nothing but the necklace she wore and little scraps of material to keep heavenly parts concealed. Bare feet walked through the soft grass and moist dirt until they dipped into the cool water, she walking in further until half of her body was submerged, enveloping her completely. Her arms spread out before her as she floated forward, stomach down, swimming into the water before going under. She swam through it, the cool feeling taking in her body greatly, she turning onto her back as she floated through. The sun shone as little specs through the trees that filled the sky and her eyes slowly closed, a look of absolute peace and serene taking over her delicate features, washing herself clean of her latest sporting adventures, calming and mellowing down after a raucous grueling day. Standing up in the pond, half of her body submerged while the other remained revealed, her hands ran through her thick brown locks, drops of water hitting along her body, down her neck, her breasts, trickling further down her stomach. While one hand was in her hair, the other made its way down the trail of water droplets over her stomach, down and down, until it went under the water, between her legs to the hidden folds of all things delicious the epicenter of everything carnally good. It hadnt even dawned on her the emerging footsteps through the forest, leading up to her current whereabouts until a voice startled her back into reality. Her hands dropped and she turned, eyes locking on the triumphant Prince before her. His language was crude and insulting but the look of amusement that played over her face and reaching into her eyes could not be held back, neither did she try to. Slowly, she walked out of the water, the water steaming down her nude body as she now stood firmly above the earth, no act of covering up her indecency shown she simply stood there, making herself present before the angry Prince, her lips curling into a small smile, a smile of knowing but of no fear. My my, Prince Cavillion, coming to grace my lowliness with his esteemed presence. Her tone was nearly sarcastic as she bowed, but did not lower her head. Standing upright again, boldly stepping towards him. I see nothing wrong in the crimes youve accosted me with, neither shall I repent. Had your good Grace paid more attention to the lands in your kingdom, such treachery would not have taken place. She was one of those fair maidens of a lowly village who had no fear to the royal family but more of a disgust and outrage in the poverty that struck villages like her own, bravely defending it and what it stood for. She didnt hold her tongue and while it may deem her a troublemaker for not simply bowing to the whim of many like himself, she stood her ground, humbly planting her feet in the soiled earth before her, dampening as water dripped from her luscious curves. Have I truly offended thee, Your Grace? Your land, your dwellings, your creatures? Do you continue to imply that I have soiled your pond with my lowly wench and whorish tendencies? Her tone dripped with a feigned sincerity, taking another step towards this man, her eyes not daring to back down its bold gaze upon this man of power. Small fear scoped through her but none she allowed into the forefront. If it was so treasonous, would she be seeing her finals days in prisonment before her untimely death? Or was he a just monarch?