Rahmor allowed the passing of dawn to rise amongst the threshold of trees that canopied the skies and silhouetted the earthen layout with a darker atmosphere. Perhaps an hour or two after the sun had breached the skies, the stoic soldier would fully awaken, allowing the gauze of sleep and dreams to be departed from and give an alluring caress upon the slavegirl that had been kept resting upon his side throughout the night. Such women were excellent means to keep warm during the wee hours of the night when temperatures cooled. Yet, the passion that the two shared with each other, when time so allowed it, kept them easily entwined regardless of where they slept. The chambers to his den, his manor were miles away, miles upon miles perhaps. Days would pass before it would be reached again. But it was was not the first destination. Plans had been shortly agreed upon with the gorgeous beauty at his side to remove the threat of those who had captured her. Even now, as he awakened, the prosperous aspect of pleasure and leisure a partial dream to be relived, was necessarily put aside so his mind could plot upon other matters of importance that would be sought to be concluded before the days' end, or so he could hope. Rahmor and serene were situated an uncounted distance from an encampment where a good number of men who captured and sold off slaves were located. They were notably aligned upon the more evil side of nature, in comparison to Rahmor, who was a high ranking soldier, outfitted with the command of several hundred men who served the ruling empire of the lands. His prowess with blade and tactic were commendable in prior years and had allowed him the fruits of such labor with the residence of his manor, and the small guard of elite soldiers who were under his command. They though, were not in these parts. On occasion he would traverse the land on his own for one purpose or another. Whilst others he would have a handful of his men with him. Nevertheless, it was best to begin early. It was well known that drunkards and similar men found more virtue in rising late in the morning as they stayed up well into the night with their drink, their women and their fellows tales. Rahmor made no exception the prior night with serene, he had ensured that they were both exceptionally satisfied before they'd sleep, and he had perhaps some inner confidence that it was perhaps some of the best passion he had shared with her so far. Yet, what were ones memories when it came to such. It was best to have of her again to ensure that there would be no doubt one could consider. Nevertheless, the adorous lass was allowed to gather her dreams about herself for further moments as he'd rise, his cascading cadence of digits tasting and allured to her flesh for those last fleeting moments. The exposed length of her nearer thigh was found hypnotizing as recollections of pleasure and strengths within them were renown and recalled most vividly. A smile languidly drew along his sun-darkened features whilst he looked over the spanning of such flesh in the demure of the awakening suns' giving illumination. The last of his fingers would whisper away from her flesh as he turned about. Scouting the darker stretch of the trees angling stump for his belongings so they could be arrayed upon his physique for the day. They were not many, for he was of the warrior caste, and relied upon the honor that was won from the skills of his abilities, experience, and physique. Those muscles along his rondurre were felt jutting out particularly prideful as he flexed out his thighs in his stance, stretching perhaps in meager ways to bring his attention to his reawakening. Exposing his muscles to the whim of the mornings warmer air as their rounditure professed themselves more attuned and firmed in credit to the prior nights sharings. The weight of his pteruges were drawn around them, concealing their profession from the view of perhaps the very trees standing guard around him, or perhaps to the still sleeping vixen nearby who, for all he knew, was wide awake. The thick leather flaps of his skirt soundly clapped and slithered against the turgid flesh at his thighs as they bristled into a stilling innuendo against that sheen of darkening curls upon his flesh that gave the briefest of protection to such friction. Just above, the vise grip of his fists were attuning to the habitual routine of fastening his belt into the proper notch, a notch well worn through by that peg of metal that near instantaneously smoothened onto a buckle that led the length of leather within to find itself folding along his waist with the prowress of his strength silently dominant and conversing. A brief check was begun along his belt, and the accouterments attached upon it to ensure pouches were still sealed, and blades fastened and properly sheathed. The prior night, he had not obliged himself with the removal of his boots. It was an unncessary luxury when camping in the woods, and the night had been more so spent enjoying the company of the feral slave serene that allowed him to completely refuse to give mind to other comforts. Said boots leaned his next step slowly into a dried patch of leaves in a darkened area of the ground that produced a crisp crunchening before his weight was still. Eyes traversed briefly to the woman below where his cloak was providing her a haven of thick entombing comfort and warmth. His sheathed blade was taken up then after, whether she was awake or not. It's harness sent over the stoic weave of his shoulders bare muscles to leave it at a hang by the remnant strap that his hand would grasp upon. Pulling such leather over his chest to smudgeon against the muscles of his chest as flesh gave way to pressure and the thickening of such persuasively enough was pushed aside into the thicker membrane of solid strength hidden just within. A hand came up to bristle his fingers through the thick locks of dark hair upon his head. Oils were still felt within their lengths that kept them persuasively sent in a wave behind him. Drawing away a few lengths that passed well over his chin to join the shorter. His chin no doubt would have a slight sheen of darkening hairs upon it, but barely so as he had shaved the prior morning at the stream before they'd spent nearly the entirety of the day with one another basking in their reuniting. Eyes fell again to the most favorable aspect and reward life was providing him. The woman who was able to enchant the solid beating of his heart with enough vigor and purpose to go through with the intent to kill every man in the camp beyond. And enough reason to ensure he would do so, so she could be enjoyed yet again without their threat still a hindrance.