Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tamer of Beasts ❯ Chapter 3 Royal Stallions ( Chapter 3 )

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Anzu in Egypt?? Oh my....
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Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.02.2009 | Updated On: 04.02.2009 | Pages: 9 | Words: 8.5K | Visits: 447 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter Three Royal Stallions

“Do you prefer lavender scent or jasmine?” the young maid asked Anzu while the young woman took her bath.

“Jasmine will be fine, Shizuka.” Anzu replied.

“I like that one too!” Shizuka giggled as she set the Jasmine bath oils aside and tucked the lavender scented oils back into the small cubby made for them in the bath house.

Anzu smiled at the optimistic maid. Soon as Donatello introduced the two women, Anzu and Shizuka immediately bonded and became friends. The chamber maid was charming and easy to get along with, Anzu couldn't believe that dumbass captain, Katsuya was sweet little Shizuka's brother. The sixteen year old young maid acted nothing like her twenty-year-old brother!

Their only resemblance, Anzu could catch, was their chocolate brown eyes they shared and slight facial structures.

`Anzu smell funny,' Saladin made a low sound that startled Shizuka.

“Saladin, that's not very nice.” Anzu admonished the great jungle cat that lay on his side, propped up against the far wall from the two women. He didn't leave Anzu at all since she left the cell.

`Anzu smell better with out strong stuff.' He groaned, but stayed silent after that, laying down his head again and resting his golden-green eyes. His black tail twitching every now and then contently.

Shizuka let out a slow breath, “He certainly seems different. Saladin has always been volatile, but around you, he seems calmer. Happy, even.” The young girl reached over the in-ground pool of water serving as Anzu's tub to hand her the oils for her skin and hair, “Is it true you can talk to animals?”

“I dunno,” Anzu replied honestly as she lathered up her hair, “I mean, I can understand Saladin, but I haven't met any other animals to test it out yet. Maybe its just one animal I hear?”

Shizuka shrugged, “I wouldn't know either. Master Donatello and his Uncle are Roman Seers. If anyone would know, it would be the immortal seers.”

“Immortal Seers?” Anzu tilt her head.

“Yes, it is said that the Daiangelos are the messengers of the gods themselves and as such are seers that can communicate with the gods and see into the future. Donatello's kinda cute too!” the girl gushed.

“Immortal huh…” she wandered absently if these Daiangelos were the same ones back in her time in Domino City. Just by talking with Shizuka and looking around her, Anzu figured she not only had teleported somewhere but some-WHEN as well. The exact date hadn't been specified yet to her though.

“Say, Ms. Anzu, would you like to test out your gift?” Shizuka offered.

“Test it? How?” Anzu dunked her head underwater and scrubbed at her scalp till it was clean, and then resurfaced and flipped her hair of her face.

“The Royal Stables have dozens of animals there, we can see if you can speak to any of them like you can with Saladin, but Saladin himself will have to stay up here in the palace. The horses get terrified when he's near the barn.” Shizuka said.

`Stupid hoofed prey.' Saladin huffed in a snort.

Anzu giggled, “Saladin just called the horses `stupid, hoofed prey'.”

“He did?” Shizuka glanced up at the cat that watched them lazily as Shizuka helped Anzu out of the water and wrapped a cloth around her to help her dry off, “I never knew he had a sense of humor. He always stares a lot, usually.”

“I wouldn't call it a sense of humor exactly..,” Anzu eyed the large dark predator as she and Shizuka started to leave the baths. Shizuka held out an Egyptian-cotton robe for her to wear that was practically see-through, but Anzu had the other towel-like cloth wrapped around herself so she felt safe enough. Once covered, Shizuka lead the way out of the baths, cautiously keeping Anzu between herself and Saladin.

“Once we get you to your quarters in the harem, we'll get you some fresh clothing and then go to the stables. Saladin can wait for us there.” Shizuka bubbled about.

Anzu stopped walking suddenly, “H-Harem?”

“Why, yes. Prince Atem's Harem is where you are to stay.” Shizuka stopped as well and turned to look back at Anzu when she realized the other girl wasn't following her, “Is there a problem, Ms. Anzu?”

“I'm staying in his harem???” Anzu felt herself fall into shock, once again.

“Anzu?” Shizuka approached the girl worriedly, “Anzu? Are you alright? You seem rather pale… can you hear me Anzu?”

“No.” Anzu stated firmly.

“No you can't hear me; No you're not alright…? Which is it?” Shizuka didn't understand.

“No, I won't stay in his harem!” Anzu declared, glaring at Shizuka and daring her to object.

“Not stay in the royal harem?? But why?” Shizuka was now very confused.

“I refuse to be a whore for that…. That MAN!” Anzu stomped her foot, “It's degrading and I simply won't do it! The stables loft sounds better to me!”

Shizuka fidgeted nervously under Anzu's glaring threat, “W-W-Well, it's not my decision to say, but I'd never heard of a woman objecting from staying in the royal harem. I hear it's a lovely place and you'll be waited on hand and foot!” Shizuka reassured.

“I could care less about the benefits,” Anzu huffed.

“Well, I'm afraid what's ordered is ordered.” Shizuka sighed in defeat.

Anzu crossed her arms over her chest, “Then who do I have to go to, to get it un-ordered?”

“Wh-Who??” Shizuka squeaked. Anzu lifted an expectant brow, “Well… you see… it is the prince who ordered it, so it's the prince who could… un-order it…,”

“The Prince… you mean that tri-hair-colored guy? Atem, right?” Shizuka nodded, keeping her eyes trained to the floor, “This can't be seriously happening to me…” Anzu grumbled, her forehead falling to the palm of her hand, “That bastard would do it too,”

“P-Pardon??” Shizuka had never heard of Lord Atem being called as such a vulgar term.

“Fine, let's just go there, already. I have somewhat of a hearing with the guy and his merry men tomorrow, I'll bring it up then. No need to go out of my way just to see him any more than I already have to.” Anzu relented grudgingly.

“Yes, Ms. Anzu” Shizuka bowed shortly and then continued to lead on.

Saladin yawned widely at Anzu's side, `Anzu no like master?' he asked, looking up at her.

“No, I don't.” Anzu huffed with a blush as she remembered why.

`Do all human females turn colors like Anzu?'

“I think question and answer time has come to an end now.” Anzu growled under her breath.

Saladin gave a low grunt of objection, but remained silent the rest of the way to the harem quarters.

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“Bakura, are you sure you should be going out like this?” Hasamu cautioned his fair-haired leader while Bakura dressed in his light robes to travel in the sands toward Cairo.

“I have a score to settle with the pharaoh, and that score can't be settled if the rumors of that old bastard's death are true.” The dark tan man with red eyes retorted to his overly-caring second-hand man.

Hasamu was an albino blind young man. His skin was pale and sensitive to sunlight, so the blind seventeen-year old only ventured out of the caravan tents at night- when most of their band of thieves ventured outside anyways. Hasamu's pale silver-gray eyes and white hair often got him confused as being Bakura's little brother or worse, his son, but Bakura had adopted the kid long ago and took him under his wing. He didn't care if people confused them as brothers or father and son, he never bothered to correct them, so rumors ran wild even with in their volatile band of thieves. The rumor of father and son relations weren't too far a stretch, considering Bakura's impressive night-life and debauchery-reputation. It was easy to say the man got around if nothing else.

“Bakura, with the pharaoh dead, there will be guards everywhere to ensure that the new pharaoh, Atem is safe. You'll be slaughtered on the sight just for entering the palace!” the boy rebuked.

“Hasamu,” Bakura tsked as he finished tying his pants and approached the white haired boy with a rare smile, “You worry so much you sound like my mother, not my son or brother.” He chuckled while Hasamu shoved his large hand off his short wispy hair and glared unseeingly, but a smile tugged his lips.

“You seem like you need a mother more than a brother or son. Though I am neither, I can give you hell as a mother!” the boy threatened.

“Going to scold me now, mother?” Bakura taunted as he stepped away from Hasamu.

“I should!” Hasamu shot back.

“You'll be one of the millions that do daily, kid,” Bakura smirked and held open the tent flap.

“You're not seriously going to the palace! Didn't you hear a word I just said!” Hasamu snapped, “Besides, its broad daylight! The shadows of the night won't cover you and with your current condition after the other nights' little adventure to the Temple of Beasts, you can't be serious!”

Bakura's smirk grew, “What's life with out a few risks, eh? And my condition will not hinder me this time. I've learned how to handle the beast when it surfaces,”

`Mostly' Bakura added mentally with a shrug.

“Bakura…,” Hasamu didn't buy it one bit.

“Seriously, kid, you sure you're not a woman?” Bakura teased to get Hasamu's mind off his own troubles, “Besides, who said I was going to raid the palace itself just to get valuable information? The royal stables should suffice something as meager as the latest gossip. Who knows,” Bakura shrugged, “I just might steal Atem's stallion just to piss him off and send him a message that he is now the target since dear daddy is dead.”

“Thieves…,” Hasamu shook his head in mock forlorn.

Just before Bakura let the door drape of the tent fall closed he looked over his shoulder slyly at Hasamu, knowing the kid could hear the sarcasm in his voice, “I know, and you live with forty of them too,” he grinned and let the flap door fall down before Hasamu could retort.

Bakura laughed heartily, catching the muffled curses of Hasamu from inside the thick clothed tent as he strode across the sand of the caravan forty-thieves called home. They were constantly on the move, changing camp position in the desert every other day or so to keep the bounty hunters and soldiers off their tracks. They even had a base deeper in the desert near an unknown oasis where they would retreat often when they felt like taking some R-n-R.

A large, dark brown camel that stood untied near a herd of various beasts of burden the thieves used lifted its head when it caught Bakura's scent. It groaned and called out to him, bobbing its head slightly in eagerness as he brought his fingers to his lips and whistled for the beast to come forth. The camel obeyed and quickly trotted over to Bakura, butting its large head against his shoulder in greetings.

“And good morning to you as well Ahmed.” Bakura patted the beast while taking reins near Ahmed's mouth and giving a few gentle tugs to signal the beast to lower himself to the sand.

Ahmed tucked his legs under him and sat in the sand, waiting for Bakura patiently to mount the saddle. Once Bakura swung his leg over, he tugged back on the reins three times in short tugs and Ahmed jolted up to all fours again, shacking the sand off himself restlessly.

“Hut-tut!” Bakura barked as he nudged the camel's sides with his heels and Ahmed bolted off into the sandy seas toward Cairo.

The red-eyed man felt a restless presence with in him and could feel the spirit of the beast inside of him stir from its slumber he had wrestled it into only the night before when it had demanded satisfaction for its primal lust for blood or rutting, either would have done it in, but Bakura had denied the beast control to take what it wanted and stood still in the middle of the desert until the beast calmed down hours after struggling with himself to stay in control. It now stirred in a different way- curious almost. Bakura gritted his teeth, ready and waiting for a surge of the beast if it decided it was its own turn to take control of his body again.

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Now dressed in fresh cloths suited for the Egyptian sun, Anzu and Shizuka walked out from the palace garden gates to the stables not far from the Nile. The barn stood between the great Nile and the Palace itself.

“I have never wanted to be a horse, but now I wouldn't mind if I was cursed to be one if I lived here!” Anzu gasped as she took in the sold gold and white granite barn that held the royal steeds. The stalls were filled with high-bred horses with fine coats and long waving manes. Seventy heads hung out of their stalls curiously when they sensed the presence of the two women entering the barn. There were only a few stable hands since today was a rather slow day, and it felt like the girls had the stable all to themselves. The horses whinnied greetings and eagerly bobbed their heads and paced their stalls, hoping for a treat.

“Well? Go ahead, Anzu,” Shizuka offered with an out stretched arm toward the horses, “Talk to one of them.”

Anzu looked around and concentrated, seeing if she could hear the voices of the horses and understand them, but she heard nothing. The horses just stared at her quietly, probably wandering if she would give them a treat or not if they showed off.

“I don't hear anything.” Anzu sighed in defeat, “Maybe it's just Saladin?”

“Try talking to them? Horses communicated through body language mostly, so it's no wander you hear nothing.” Shizuka urged, “Try Judas, he's a sweetheart!” Shizuka took Anzu's hand and dragged her toward the back of the stable and out of the stalls. Outside, against the back of the barn with built in over hangs for shade was a round pin with a large black horse that didn't look native to Egypt. The black stallion was much larger than the Arabians inside the stalls in the barn. His legs were ticker and had longer hair along the back of his ankles. His mane was thicker and wavier as well and he had bright brown eyes that watched them with interest.

“Is this Judas?” Anzu watched in awe and wander as the large animal pivoted his pointy ears at them and walked up to the fence near them, greeting them with a low nickering noise.

“Yes, different isn't he? He was a gift from the pale ones of the north. The Romans got him from their raids in the lands even further above their own and gave him to Master Atem as a sign of good faith when Atem led our troops to help fight off invaders for the Romans.”

“Really? Atem is soldier?” Anzu was surprised to hear.

“Better, a General.” Shizuka beamed at the way the elder girl's eyes widened in awe, “And it is Judas that he rode into battle every time. With this stallion, Master Atem never was de-horsed in battle and led his troops successfully every time he met foe.”

“Wow, so he does have something else going for him other than being a jerk?” Anzu giggled.

`Master Atem is an honorable man, Tamer.' A deep, European accent interrupted with a snort.

Anzu jumped, looking at Judas suspiciously, “I think… I think I just heard him.”

“You heard Judas?! Oooh! What did he say, what did he say?!” Shizuka grinned ecstatically.

“He said that Atem was an honorable man and called me Tamer.” Anzu relayed then turned to the stallion, “What do you mean by calling me Tamer?”

`You are the Beast Tamer. I can feel it in you.' the stallion shook his head, `All beasts of the land, sky and seas know who you are. We all feel a sense of calm and peace in your presence. It gives me great pleasure that you grace me with your presence, lady Tamer.' The great horse bowed his head with a graceful curved muscular neck to Anzu.

Anzu held up her hands in objection, “You really don't need to do that, I barely even know what a Tamer is, let alone deserve animals bowing to me.” She reassured with a nervous chuckle. Shizuka watched them off to the side, waiting until Anzu was finished speaking with Judas before she jumped in and asked the girl questions she was bubbling with.

The horse tossed his head and stomped his large hoof in the sand, `Nonsense, Tamer, you are the Tamer and need no training to know who you are. You deserve our utmost respect just by being born who you are.' The horse complimented.

“Why-Why thank you,” Anzu blushed, “Do you know anything more about the Tamer?” she asked.

`A Tamer is only born when the gods see fit that they are needed. I have never heard of a Tamer being a female human though.' The horse admitted with a shake of his head.

“Do you know what this need may be this time?” Anzu ventured.

The horse flicked his tail, he seemed uncomfortable now, `I haven't known just what it is just yet, but I feel that something is off. We've all been restless for the past two nights.' He nodded towards the stables, `But I am unsure, Tamer, forgive my ignorance.'

“There is nothing to forgive, Judas, you've told me more then I knew already. Thank you” Anzu reached out and rubbed the horse's muzzle gratefully.

Judas let out a low sigh as if he were in heaven, `As I've heard, even the touch of the Tamer brings peace and pleasure.' He moaned the way a content horse does.

Anzu retracted her hand slowly, smiling when Judas' big brown eyes seemed to sadden at her retreat, “I'll come back to see you later, but I'd like to greet the others if you don't mind?”

“Go right on, Lady Tamer, it's quite alright,” Judas reassured with a toss of his head, “If you would, please speak with a dear friend of mine? She's a nice little mare towards the other back of the stalls inside. Can't miss her, she has the coat color of hot sand- buckskin, and black as night mane. She's the other cross-breed in the royal stables and my dearest friend. She'd be delighted to meet you, lady Tamer?”

“And what is her name?” Anzu asked curiously, in all her readings, she remembered mares being separated from all male horses at all times unless they were a breeding pair. Mares were never allowed in the royal stables, but were usually kept in a separate stable further away from the palace and usually on the opposite side where the war stallions were kept.

“Jazzel, my Lady Tamer.” Judas replied.

“Then I shall speak with this Jazzel before I leave.” Anzu promised.

“I thank you, Lady Tamer.” Judas bowed.

“And I thank you, Judas for being so kind and helpful.”

“Anytime,” Judas snorted, “Good day to you madam?”

“And to you” Anzu nodded her head and turned from the round pin and back to the waiting Shizuka.

“Didn't I tell you he's a big sweetheart?” Shizuka gushed as she walked up to the fence to offer Judas a sugar cube, “I just love this big guy! You have to meet his girl friend, Jazzel! The pharaoh wants to breed them come foaling season, he says they're a good match!”

“His girl friend, really?” Anzu cocked a brow at Judas, “She really is a `dear friend', isn't she?” she said slyly.

Judas shook his mane about, `I know nothing of what you speak of, Tamer.' He snorted as he chomped on his sugar-cubed treat.

“Uh-huh, sure, Judas.” Anzu rolled her eyes.

`Tis TRUE I tell you!' Judas protested.

Anzu laughed and told the out-of-the-loop Shizuka what Judas had said, sending both girls into a fit of laughter.

“Shizuka! SHIZUKA!” a stable hand called as he ran out from the stables, “Ah there you are, lady Shizuka!”

“Murram? What is it?” Shizuka replied as the disheveled man approached them, panting for breath.

“Your elder brother has sent for you, Shizuka, he says its urgent that you report back to the palace to him.” Murram said out of breath.

“He always says its urgent.” Shizuka rolled her eyes, “He probably just made Mai angry again and needs me to calm her down…. AGAIN.” The young girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“But Shizuka!” the man pleaded.

“I'll go.” Shizuka sighed, “Relay to Katsuya that I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yes, Ms. Shizuka!” the stable hand bowed his head and turned tail to bolt in the direction he came to relay the message.

“Shizuka, you can go to your brother if you need to. I'll be fine by myself here.” Anzu offered.

“Oh no, I couldn't leave you alone! Murram was the only stable staff present in this barn, I couldn't leave you here with no one!” Shizuka protested.

“Shizuka, I'm not exactly alone…” Anzu pointedly looked around them to the horses in the stalls, “If I need help I can always ask someone.”

“Hmm… you have a point.” Shizuka bit her lip and looked to the ground. Her palm covering her mouth in thought, “If I linger too long, Katsuya tends to have a fit, and then I have Mai AND HIM to calm down.”

“So go. I'll be fine here.” Anzu urged.

“You're sure?” Shizuka looked up worriedly at Anzu.

Anzu smiled and waved her off, “Yeah, sure, I'll be fine, and I promised Judas to meet his lady friend before I left anyways,”

“Well…. If you're SURE…”

“I am.”

“Then I'll… I'll hurry back here, then? You wait for me here while I run to Katsuya and come right back, alright? Don't leave the stables.” Shizuka ordered more or less, “I'll find you easier that way.”

“No leaving stables, got it.” Anzu held up her right hand and put her left hand over her heart in an oath, but Shizuka didn't quite understand the meaning of the gesture, “Never mind, I'll be here.”

“See you then?”

“See you then.”

And with that, Shizuka hesitantly turned her back on Anzu and jogged back up to the palace to see what her dear brother wanted from her, having a good idea what it was, however.

Anzu took in a deep breath and sighed it out, happy to have some alone time, “Alrighty then…” she clapped her hands together as she turned to the horses behind her and rubbed her palms together, “So who is this Ms. Jazzel I've heard about? Hmm?”

`It's the Tamer..,' she heard one of many sudden mummers of voices in the barn.

`Tamer? That pleasant smell is the Tamer!?' another whinnied excitedly.

`We welcome you Ms. Lady Tamer,' A white stallion bowed his head to her in the stall in front of her.

“Thank you, but you don't need to bow. It's not like I am royalty or anything.” Anzu's face burned hot with embarrassment.

`What can we do for you Ms. Lady Tamer?' a dark chocolate colored stallion with black mane and tale asked.

`Would you like a ride? Is that what you're hear for?' a palomino (golden horse with white mane) asked enthusiastically with a toss of his head.

`Yes, yes! A ride!' the white stallion pawed his front hoof, `I would be honored to carry the Tamer upon my back, Lady Tamer.'

`No, nonsense! Pick me!' the bay (dark chocolate) one nickered, flicking his tail.

“No rides today,” Anzu held up her hands to stop the stallions that suddenly seemed talkative, “I'm afraid I don't even know how to ride…,”

`Don't know how to ride??' the stallions shared a strange look and then the palomino turned to speak to her, `Not a problem, young Ms. Tamer, we promise not to let you fall.' He reassured.

`After all, who better to teach one to ride than a horse your riding?' the bay whinnied as if laughing at his own joke.

“No, not today,” Anzu replied, “Actually I'm looking for someone,”

`Who would that be?' the white stallion tilted his head curiously.

“Judas called her Jazzel?” Anzu's blue eyes looked from one horse to the other while they once again looked toward one another then back at her.

`Jazzel is usually boarded at the end of the stalls that way Ms. Tamer,” the Palomino craned his neck over the stall door and pointed his muzzle down the long isle way to the right, “The stable hands like to keep her stall well away from ours. She wouldn't even be allowed in here if Master Atem didn't insist upon it. He seems quite fond of her since she was a wee little filly, but I didn't see the stable hands bring her in yet today for the after noon.' The stallion turned to the others in askance.

`I believe she's still in the paddock out near the river where grasses grow for light grazing. Its not too far, just follow that aisle out of the barn and keep straight- you should run right into the paddock where she's held.' The bay bobbed his head as he spoke up.

“Thank you, boys,” Anzu nodded her head gratefully to them, giving them each a rub on the forehead, “I promise to come back and talk to you three soon!” she replied.

`Strange, I never thought of the Tamer being someone like that.' The bay stallion sighed, `Not that it's a bad thing.'

`Hmm..' the white stallion lift his head and snorted in disgust, `Do you two smell camel near by?'

The other two stallions snorted, `Must be a passing by peasant in for town or on the way to the Nile.' The palomino swished his tail.

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“The pharaoh is making this easy on me…,” Bakura grinned as he spotted the sand-bank coat of Atem's prized mare. The horse was well known in Egypt given that her coat was such a peculiar shade and that she was boarded in the royal stalls along with the war stallions only because Prince-soon-to-be-Pharaoh Atem favored her as his favorite pleasure-ride horse, “He'd get the picture very quickly if she were to suddenly disappear…”

It wasn't a bad deal for Bakura either- the mare was a fine horse, even if her bloodline wasn't as royally perfected as the Arabians in the royal pampering stalls. the mare was a desert-rat, much like Bakura. Atem had found her as a filly along the Nile, abandoned from her mother and heard.

“I'll just take her back where her blood belongs,” Bakura shrugged as he dismounted Ahmed who groaned as he tucked in his legs to lay down and rest in the shade of a palm tree near the paddock. Bakura knew the camel wouldn't wander off, Ahmed was too lazy to bother moving until Bakura returned for him. he unwound the leather rope from Ahmeds saddle horn and coiled it at the ready for the mare.

Said mare was no where to be seen. She had trotted off in the paddock away from the fence line when Bakura wasn't looking, “Now where is that broad?” he groaned. He was NOT about to go in there and chase a stubborn mare around forever. She was supposed to be a dumb beast of burden who would stand still and wait patiently for him to slip a rope over her neck and follow Ahmed's lead the rest of the way.

“Why hello to you too,” a woman's voice startled Bakura. He instinctively dropped low to his stomach on the sand, wincing as the sun-heated ground bit at his skin, “Why thank you, you're very pretty yourself, Jazzel. Judas told me about you when I spoke with him earlier.”

`Is that crazy bitch seriously talking to a horse?!' Bakura thought as he leaned up a bit to see over the sand duns he hid behind and look down at the lower end of the paddock, near the gateway. His red eyes locked on his targeted mare and the woman talking to the broad as if she were carrying a civilized conversation with it. As his eyes traveled from the horse to the woman, they seemed to glue themselves onto the woman with out Bakura's consent.

She was certainly something even more rare to look at than the sand-colored horse! This woman had chestnut-brown hair that fell down to her shoulders and fair skin that stood out against the tan sand and blue skies behind her. Her Egyptian silk cloths hugged her body in two parts- the top covered her breasts as the white and dark blue material wrapped and tucked against her body, hugging her chest securely in a halter- fashion. He knew her back would be bare, the top only covered just below her breasts in the thicker material while a much lighter, see through material covered her arms and stomach. Her low-cut bottom half was nothing much more than a sash that held up two long, wide strips of cloth that covered her front and rear, but left two bare slits going up to the sash at her hips, leaving the creamy white skin bare. He absently wandered if she wore anything else beneath that sash and had to stop his incessant drooling before he did something stupid…

The dark presence with in his spirit perked as the wind blew in from her direction. The beast's influence on his body gave him the ability of heightened senses and allowed him to breath in her scent, the scent of fresh jasmine bath oils and her own indescribable scent that immediately calmed the restless beast inside of him, much to his own surprise. The dark beast seemed to purr at the scent, and urged him closer to the source of that alluring scent that captivated his senses.

With out even realizing it, Bakura stood from the sand and started to approach the beautiful creature that had him so vexed in her alluring spell while the angel seemed engrossed in her interaction with the mare. She never saw him coming until it was too late.