[center][h1]Alison[/h1]

The young princess jumped at the sudden sound of a male voice, thinking one of the bandits had returned. But instead there stood a man in full armor, asking if she had killed the three men who laid around her. She bit her lip a moment, unable to see any of the features of whoever was in the armor. Neither her arrows or throwing knives would so much as scratch his armor and her sword was still attached to her stallions saddle, if this man wanted to injure her, rob her, or kill her - she had no way to defend herself. Damon was no where to be found, she didn't even hear him. She watched the man carefully as she sighed softly, "And if I did?" She muttered, lowering her bow but not removing her hand from the arrow.

Her ice blue eyes scanned the area rather quickly before her eyes locked back onto the man in front of her, making sure that he kept his distant from her until Damon or her mount returned. What was he doing all the way out here in the middle of the forest without a horse? How could anyone walk this far in that type of armor? She gave him a questionable look, listening carefully to make sure he wasn't a distraction while someone was sneaking up behind her. "Princess?!" She could faintly hear Damon's voice off in the distance, "Alison?! Come on! Your father will kill me! Come on, Alison! Your the princess, your supposed to be at this tournament!" His voice seemed closer now, hearing two horses at about the same distance.

His next words caused the young princess to roll her eyes and sigh softly, she knew what her duties were but she still wanted to be able to enjoy her life and being able to escape the kingdom walls was of her enjoyable things. "Why should it matter who killed them? Everyone has a right to defend themselves if they are attacked for the purpose of being robbed or worse, they got what was coming to them." She muttered, glancing over her shoulder as a man on a white horse, leading a black one behind him came into view. The black stallion pranced behind him, bobbing his head as he did so. The poor horse had probably run until Damon had been able to catch up to him and calm him down enough to lead him in search of the princess.

"Alison! There you are! My god! Princess you nee-" Damon's voice stopped short when his eyes landed on the three dead men laying around the clearing before his eyes traveled to the man the princess was once again keeping her eyes on. He held the horses steady, eyes narrowing slightly. Damon was a human, he normally would rely on the princess to say whether someone could mean them any harm. But now, the princess wasn't within his reach for him to hear what her elvish instincts were telling her. They were possibly sitting ducks if this man wanted to kill them, "May I be of any help to you, sir?" Damon's voice now carried a respectful tone since he wasn't sure to what ranking he was speaking to.[/center]