The Duelist
Her fine black fur bristled as the odd man followed after her. He had been stalking her for the past few days, and no matter how hard she tried to shake him he would always find her and ask her the same damn question-
"Would you like to duel?" She resisted the urge to hiss at him as the damn question fell from his lips. With an annoyed slash of her tail she shook her head, her dark mane shifting.
"No, now go away." He merely sighed but still trailed after her, his light footsteps matching her own. How she wished the purple skinned male would go away, yet she knew he would not.
He was the Duelist.
He was well renowned for finding and fighting those who had the best swords in the realm. There were rumors that he used less then honorable methods to win. The many swords he collected neither proved it true nor false.
She herself had no intention of finding out, her hand shifted on the hilt of her sword, she hated fighting and there was no way she would wager her father's sword in a duel. It was all she had left after the kingdom had fallen to the lizards and Mumm-Ra.
As it was she was still looking for the wayward group that was lead by their now Cat lord, Lion-O, vengance would be hers. She ignored the purple skinned male as he started to purposely make as much noise as possible. He was always trying to goad her into a fight and no matter what he did or said, and he said some very nasty things, she would not lose her cool.
She had been raised in a large family of all boys so she could deal with him and his childish antics. Her eyes darkened at the thought of her family, they had all been slain when the kingdom was laid siege to by Mumm-Ra and his army.
As if sensing her mood her grinned and leaned in close, his black mustache brushing her cheek. "All the power that sword holds and yet your kingdom still fell…how your family must roll in their graves-" He yelped as he fell on his behind, his neck craned back to avoid the sharp end of the sword he had been lusting after. He gulped as he looked up at the small feline he had been trying to goad into a fight.
Her usual light blue eyes were narrowed in anger and raw power seemed to roll not only off her sword her herself. He lowered his gaze the truth now apparent. The sword would be useless to someone like him, it was a real shame that such a powerful sword was so closely tied to someone who refused to wield it.
"My apologies."
She gazed down at the man yet grit her teeth and sheathed her sword, it seemed he finally understood. The sword and she were one; it had been passed from parent to child for generations and was bound by blood to the first born of every new generation. It would be useless to him. So with a curt nod she turned on her heel and was ready to leave behind the foul man, her mood still sour due to his mention of her family.
She blinked as she heard him stand up and start walking besides her. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I thought you understood." He merely gave her a sly grin. It made the fur on the back of her neck stand up.
"Oh, I do, but this sword will be mine even if I have to make an heir with you just to have it in my family lineage." She stared at him like he was crazy yet made no comment, not deeming his insane plan worthy of one. Eventually he would tire, get bored or maybe even find a new sword to fixate on, she could only hope that day would come quickly, she feared for her sanity.