Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

A Meeting (41)

•Graphic Violence
•Gore ~ extreme brutality
•Intimination~bullying

The Blood Prince rode up in full plate armor with his horse in full plate barding. They were the equivalent of the modern tank for a battle. On a black Friesian stallion, bearing Vlad's colors, an imposing warrior dressed in plate and chain with an enclosed helm was riding next to him. A pair of fierce green eyes could be seen from the helmet. In an armored hand was a large horseman's axe and placed on the back was an innate decorated Viking shield. The colors were a match to Vlad's.

It was quite clear that this 'monster of brutality' was his personal guard.

Vlad's brother approached on a well trained riding horse, bearing the colors and symbol of the Sultan. Radu noted that only his brother could possibly find a bodyguard as scary as the Impaler King was himself. 

"Good morning brother, is it not a fair day to make negotiations with the Sultan?"

Vlad replied, "We shall see," and he gave a subtle gesture with his head.  The black war horse reared and leaped forward. The brute of horseman circled around Radu then completed a circle back to Vlad.

"Brother what a frightful brute you have here. Does it have a name?" Radu laughed with an arrogant smile.

"Yes brother, Radu, this is my Úlfhéðnar, Viken from high in the Northern lands. My most loyal and trusted warrior," Impaler king said with a sneer on his face, in return.

The younger brother rubbed his chin, "shall we have some coffee in the tent as we wait for the Sultan? Of course, you can bring your "wolf" if you can keep it on a leash."

Radu did note a long and thick golden braid of hair was wrapped around the neck of the rude soldier, Vlad had. No other soldier ever had any length of hair but he had said the brute came from the land of Northmen. An ever so slight shiver went down Radu's back. The Northmen had a reputation, when there were any dealings, with the Turks. They were a force to reckon with at the time, long ago.

As if on cue Ylva let a terrible growl out and looked to Vlad. "My wolf is always under my control, the Sultan has no reason to be concerned."

Vlad's 'she wolf' was good at playing the 'pissing' game and he gave her a look he only did, for her. The Prince was getting aroused, by her antics and the effect on, his brother Radu.  She knew he was amused and let forth a somewhat deep, maniacal chuckle. The woman dismounted and handed the horseman's axe, to a fellow soldier. Her hand took the reins, to allow Vlad to dismount free, to use his weapons if need be.

Radu wrinkled his nose up, as Vlad and his 'Wolf-coat' had not bathed for a few days. "Too bad your smelly brute of a "wolf" is not female? That would be your perfect fright of a woman."

Vlad raised his right hand and coughed. "Radu you would be so right, if such a woman existed."

Vlad was offered a chair but none for his bodyguard. Radu was studying the man standing behind his brother. He offered Ottoman coffee to Vlad only to have the cup stopped. The Blood Prince dipped his finger in the drink and offered the digit to the guard, through a spot in the helm. A quick sucking sound came and the finger was released. A moment passed and the guard was still alive, so the Prince started to drink the coffee.

"My dear brother, you have become even more paranoid, since we last met. How did you acquire your fright of a creature?"

"Quite simple really...the 'Wolf-coat' attacked my men and killed several. I took it as a challenge and bested the warrior. Instead of impaling I indentured him into my service. I own the life of this 'Wolf-coat," Vlad finished, with a cocky smile.