#storm-comes

“ Heard you the captain of the sea, I’m surprised you reaching this deep into dry land ~”  - Teasing tone heard, as Stormy King observed the Rider waltzing into her personal domain, in which spirits freely gathered, serving and following their rightful Leader.

Feeding shadowy hounds, Artoria smiled. A natural hobby for Wild Hunt King. 

Scent of unwanted visitor then distracted greedy creatures. Ignoring beast’s flesh in her hand, they soon surrounded new food source. 

A stalker didn’t bother Artoria while having a walk, but huge amount of cherry flowers falling randomly on her proved to be quite....annoying.  

Taking off the damaged helmet, her pale features lightened up by subtle smile. Rough battles hadn’t fully satisfied warring need, yet at least offered the King a pleasant mood. 

To the discreetly adoring gaze, oftenly Artoria could let it slip and fade away. However, an openly fiery, almost predatory glance, like what she feeling upon skin right now, was interesting enough to offer a proper response. Scanning the crowded coffee shop, vague smile bloomed as instinct pinned down whom it belonged to. Direct stare old King generously blessed, guided young girl to take the seat across the table.

“Retreating is futile, Acharman. I already saw you...” - From the table where the King enjoyed hot coffee, she voiced toward figure who was about to leave. Still very early at Chaldea, the man might not sleep much again.