Naughty Kingdom (For Angel)

[Dungeon]

The Kingdom of Yolnir was among the most peaceful and welcoming kingdoms of all the land. Their vulpine royals led the people without selfishness, always keeping them happy. However, times changed when the youngest prince vanished from the castle. It wasn't like he was next in line for the throne, but many went searching when a member of the royal family vanished, as they paid several times their own weight in gold.

One who was accustomed to gold was Tal'Kir, a member of a caravan of travelers. The members ranged from refugees, adventurers, orphans, and mercenaries. Tal'Kir was the last, taking any job he could in order to help out. His caravan stopped at an inn, organizing to meet back there in an hour or so. Tal'Kir agreed and entered the inn's tavern, popping down on a table and sighing. He was a large fellow, with piercing golden eyes. His shoulder plate glistened in the light of the tavern, something hewas proud of. He went tthrough a lot to get it. Under it was only a thin tunic, stopping just above his tail. Pale blue trousers were all that decorated his lower body. Tal'Kir motioned for a drink, eager to see what this town held in store.

[Angel]

Averlain, a prince of the land, had been fed up. He was nothing in his parents' eyes. They pretended to care, while fawning over their oldest. The small fennec had left in the night, vowing to never return. To make his own path. To be IMPORTANT, instead of a useless child.

Currently, he sat in the local tavern, dressed in a simple cloak, face covered. He was contemplating what he should do, where he should venture. He needed to get far away, else he'd be found and returned to his life of being ignored. His eyes gazed over to the panther set at a table nearby.

[Dungeon]

Tal'Kir received his drink and nodded his thanks, taking a sip before turning to the cloaked figure. Unsure of who was under the simple robes, Tal'Kir flashed a smile and raised his drink to the smaller...person.

[Angel]

The prince looked at him... and smirked under his cloak. He stood, and walked over. Petite, and as unthreatening as they came. "You look like a man who knows his way around the land. Might you know of transport out of the area? Perhaps to somewhere with more... Opportunities?"

[Dungeon]

The panther smiled and took a swig from his drink, keeping an eye on the younger male. "Fate seems to have reared it's head. I'm a part of a caravan, who always excepts new members. Why must you leave, I must ask?" Tal'Kir attempted to get a look under the figure's Hood. "Let me guess, you're a crook, aren't you?"

[Angel]

"No. I'm a fox who can't make a living here, and needs to find a more... Open land." he said simply, looking the panther up and down. The man was... Rather handsome.

[Dungeon]

"Hey, whatever you say. Why can't you make a living?" The panther asked, noticing how well the robes hugged his small frame. "With a butt like that, you should be quite wealthy." The panther reached over and gave said rear a smack, enjoying the feel.

[Angel]

The lad nearly jumped out of his skin, and slapped that hand away. "Do you make it a habit to touch the ass of everybody you meet?" he asked, glaring at him. "As for why, it is personal."

[Dungeon]

The panther smirked. "Well, only if they have nice bottoms, yours seems quite well. And, I'm afraid I can only let you join us if you reveal your face, and why you are leaving. Of course, I wouldn't be opposed to spanking it out of you." He teased, his eyes drifting up and down the body before him.

[Angel]

The fox's cheeks burned under his face cover, and he glared at him! "You wouldn't dare, you damned pervert!" he hissed.