"You called me, my lord," the warrior woman said, sliding her lithe body into a seat across from the Dragonarmy General. It had taken her months before she felt her presence worthy enough to seat herself before the General without being commanded to do so. The General was a large and well-built man who favored strong and determined women to be his mates. Kitiara had proven that she was more than capable of fitting this man's criteria and had since given over to his desire for her. It had not been until that the Dragon Commander had undergone great toil to prove herself to him that she laid down with Ariakas. Kitiara had earned both Ariakas' respect and fierce desire by working so hard to become a commander.
The Dragonarmy General looked up from his food, wiped his face, and nodded at the servants standing at the entrance – dismissing them from the tent. Ariakas' eyes were cold, fierce, and determined; he gazed at Kitiara with those penetrating eyes, saying nothing for several moments. The warrior sat staring right back at him, her eyes showing no emotion . . . no fear. After several more moments, Ariakas' face broke into a grin and he laughed heartily. "Kitiara! You've come . . . excellent response time, managed to get the next useless bag of flesh, bones, and blood out of your way in short order, I see," the General said. "Darian isn't so useless," Kitiara responded, flicking a stray curl over her shoulder, "more gentle a lover than some!" The warrior woman said this with mock severity, giving the General and accusing glare. Ariakas' grin vanished as quickly as it had appeared, he did not take well to people insulting his lovemaking skills, "Is that so," he said, his voice lethal, his arms folded across his chest. "Well, perhaps he's been slacking off a bit too much, maybe I'll have to have him whipped back into shape!" The General responded with a growl. Kitiara chuckled inwardly; Ariakas was still in the palm of her hand . . . she was not done moving up in the ranks.
"So, My Lord," she said, proper respect creeping back into her voice, "your message sounded urgent." Ariakas rose from his seat and placed his arms behind his back; he paced the room looking at his feet as he did so, "We have a problem in Abanasinia. There is a sorceress who seems to think that she is going to take control of the area, regardless of our power."
Kitiara shook her head, "A sorceress?" The warrior woman did not take kindly to Magi, and she did not take kindly to women, a double negative in her eyes. The vixen crossed her legs and a crooked grin came to her face; on the plus side, this woman would be easy prey . . . there wasn't a female in Krynn that could surpass Kitiara in ability. "And what would you have me do, my lord?" Kitiara asked, her eyes hardened, gazing into Ariakas'.
The Dragonarmy General leaned forward on the oak table, his presence causing the candle at its center to flicker uncertainly. "You will break this woman and her servants, and you will make sure that she does not interfere with any of my plans," Ariakas said, his voice clear and lethal, "Do not underestimate her, however. She is more than a dabbling old witch, she holds great power and if you should slacken for one moment, if you should let down your guard for just an instant, you will find yourself in grave trouble. And I do not want you in grave trouble, Kitiara, I would have to find a new commander, and that – with the dunderheads around her – is not an easy task in itself.
Kitiara nodded, the grin returning to her face, "I would never dream to make you go through such trouble, my lord. I will find this woman, and I will destroy her and bring a token . . . or maybe more than just one token, to prove it to you." The Commander rose from the table, uncoiling her legs and rising like a mesmerizing snake, ready to strike, "when would you have me leave, my lord?" She asked in a breathy voice.
Why the warrior woman chose such . . . in opportune moments to seduce him, Ariakas did not know. The General swallowed hard, "I would have you leave now . . . if not for the ache that grows-" "No my lord, I will leave now, and I will return victorious to you! Then, we shall be together; then we shall celebrate in warm . . . companionship," Kitiara said, cutting her lord off. Ariakas stared a penetrating stare at Kitiara, why he allowed such cheek from this one he did not know, it was only her that he allowed it from. And even with this beautiful vixen, he felt as though he should punish her for doing what no woman could do. With a wave of his hand, the Dragon Highlord dismissed the Dragonarmy Commander from his tent . . . sending her on the perilous mission.